Novel & Cerita Player Hating

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”

I groaned, not liking the way he was making the whole thing feel like a joke, but I should know better; he always takes things lightly, for longevity he said “What is?” he asked, confusion written on his face “The problem is I like him back! What if I only just like his in-game character? He said I find his real-life personality annoying; what if I don’t just find it annoying but hateful? What should I do? I like talking to him and playing with him and the attention he gives to me. You don’t think this is all absurd, do you?” I asked, unsure of what I wanted

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I had already learned not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned away, walked down the steps, and pretended I couldn’t feel the mud squish between my toes. He followed me with his eyes the whole time. I felt it—like heat against the back of my neck. That stare of his. Heavy. Focused. I didn’t know it then, but that stare would haunt me for years. It wasn’t the last time he called me names. He had a collection of insults just for me. “Vulture Vee,” “Creepy Vee,” “Vee the Invisible.” He was creative like that. Every week, a new version of me he hated.

“Happiness doesn’t get you drafted.” And there it is. The real truth. Not even hidden anymore. Coach looks disgusted. “You’d rather have a miserable NHL player than a healthy son?” “Healthy?” my father snaps. “He got into a nationally televised fight because of that girl.” “Because somebody insulted someone he loves!” Coach fires back. The rink goes silent again. Because that word hangs there now. Love. Real. Unavoidable. My father looks at me sharply. “You’re proving exactly why she’s dangerous.”

Wasn't going to help matters yet she felt the need to ask. "Through Hardy." He ended there when she anticipated more. "Look, what you saw there is absolutely not what you think, please believe me." "Find it hard to. How can you explain making out with someone who bullies you on a daily and someone you claim 'not to appreciate' for hating on you and your fam?" 'Don't Appreciate' was the term she used to describe her feelings towards Sean instead of hate or despise. To her, they were one of those very powerful words to not offer a fellow human. One of those people did not like or need to hear no matter what.

Laughing quietly of what the girl is thinking, while watching her sleeping peacefully. “You’ll know me when the time is right, I’ll be here watching you from afar. I love you my baby,” smiling like an idiot after muttering the sweet words. Someone taps his shoulder, he looks at him disgusted. “Please stop being cheesy, you love sick dogs, she doesn’t know you,” the other said with a smirk on his face.

My pain and agony and my dreams crashing right in front of me like a pack of cards. “Yes, Pérez. Said he hated my suit and I think he hates anything that’s remotely connected to happiness. Is this not against the law or something. He is sabotaging our happiness. I really can’t do this anymore. Do you think I should resign?” And why the hell am I even getting advice from a complete stranger who seems like his loyalty lies with Pérez.

" you returning has a lot of people looking over there shoulders Raven, we know you where with v.a.n.g.u.a.r.d but now your back in the states what game are you playing?. "It doesn't suit my interest to have the city paranoid and up in arm's fearing that The dragon's ready to expand into America and with his hound hear that's the rumor circulating,its bad for business you know" he said leaning back. " No one has to worry about a war Hades I'm only here for someone" i said. " Ah is that the only thing you want?" He asked. " No my team won't help me to catch him even with vanguard and the Us governments resources i'll need your help" i said.

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.