Player Hating Novels & Stories

T*****r (people still called it that even after the rebrand) lit up first: - “QB came out and immediately got injured? Karma’s a bitch lol” - “This is why we can’t have nice things. Distractions in the locker room kill seasons.” - “Leave the guy alone. Shoulder injuries happen. Sexuality has nothing to do with it. Y’all are disgusting.” - “Bet the lit kid is thrilled. More time to play house while the team suffers.” - “Cruz still QB1. Heal up king. Ignore the haters. We ride with you.” I turned my phone off after the tenth notification pinged with a slur I didn’t bother reading past the first word. The screen went black. The room went quiet.

I rolled my eyes at him, these days little things irritates me, I can't even control my mood anymore, I snap at my men at even the tiniest mistake, causing them to be scared of me and that's the last thing I want now. "Alex, you still haven't told me your reason for rejecting your mate and even went to the extent if insulting her authority in front of them, am very certain it is not because of the damn rule or because you don't like her anymore like you claim, I know for sure that you can never hate her, that's for sure." "I don't hate her and I can never hate her no matter what." I snapped at him angrily. "Even though I hated what she did and it does deserve my hate, but I can never bring m

Stephen. I swear to fuck, no one hated him more than I did. Whenever I saw him, the urge to piss him off and make him so mad became so strong that it became a lifeline. His anger was my happiness. And it was always so much fun to mess with him because he was so easily angered. I never had a true reason for hating him. Neither did he. But we've always been rivals from the start, and it didn't help that he was the leader of the football club that has always been my rival club.

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

“He hates me already. He doesn’t even look at me. What’s the point of trying so hard to please him when it’s been months since he last talked to me? All he does is punish me and take away my friends when I hurt his precious daughter…” “Oh god!” Willa grunted. “Stop crying now. You are a man! Men don’t cry. Now you are showing you are weak. You know what you should have done, worked harder, practised more and won the match like Diana did. But look at you. You are standing here, throwing things and tantrums, and now you are crying like a baby. Just great!” “I hate you! I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU! YOU ARE BAD!” He yelled and dashed out through the door.

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

She didn’t speak. I stepped closer and gently placed both hands on her shoulders. Her body trembled under my touch. “I don’t know if what I feel is hate,” I said. “Maybe it is. But I know I hate how he makes women feel disposable. Like we’re just temporary.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I don’t hate the player,” I whispered. “I hate his game.” Raven sniffled. “And if you can’t separate the player from the game?”

But my prayer has never been answered, and he was always ready to flirt with me before every damn game. Why do I hate him? Because we're arch-rivals. I'm Canada's top ice hockey player, and I give it my all. Everyone is relying on me; my family, my teammates, my country, my fans. I don't even have the time to play or make friends. But Kane was the opposite of what I stand for. He jokes with literally everything, always comes late to our joint meetings and events, and when asked why, he gives silly excuses. I don't even understand how he got recruited and became the United States top ice-hockey player. But the first time I played against him and lost, I knew he was my nemesis, and I immediate

“I’m sorry I complimented you again. I know you hate being praised.” Harry shakes his head, “I didn’t get pissed at you because you were complimenting me America.” I pulled my head back up and stared at him, “Then why were you pissed at me?” “I just didn’t like being reminded of a person that I have always hated He’s the reason why I hate music and why I hate playing.” His voice sounded stern as he glued his eyes on his food. “I have never wanted to be in touch with music because of him.” Harry pulled his head up and looked at me, “I don’t really want to talk about him. I’m sorry.”

She hated and was annoyed at his possessiveness. The day was too bright and sunny, contrasting perfectly with her mood and the light drizzle of the morning. Gwen hated how beautiful the sky was, how perfect the trees looked, and most of all, she hated the applause from the people as they so easily accepted the news of her engagement to the king. She loathed Alexander for doing as he pleased and making her heart beat with such fervour.