Player Hating Novels & Stories

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

I added and watched as he breathed out a laugh after that, making my glare at him get more intense. “Never will I ever let that happen, no matter how bad you want it to, you dumb ass.” He commented and my jaw dropped open in shock while my eyes widened. Did he just call me dumb? “You know what, Shit face? I hate you so much. No one obviously likes you but they all pretend to, and you know why? It’s because you’re such an annoying stupid, asshole and a nonsensical human being!” I yelled and I could tell that he was taken aback by my retort.

I vented out without thinking. His face held surprise, "Wow." "So you don't want to be friends with me because you are scared that you will fall in love with me?." "Yes, that's if I ever catch feelings for you, I won't let that happen." "Why do you even think I would want to hurt you?." "Because you are a player." "Fact but I haven't you read about stories where a girl changes a player." He tried to make me happy. I rolled my eyes,"That's not real, that's just W*****d syndrome."

they fight hardest when they're losing to themselves. Four years. I watched every game he covered. Read every article. Kept the ones that cut deepest. The ones where he called me reckless, arrogant, selfish. I read them slow. Alone. In the dark. I got hard thinking about how much time he spent thinking about me to write them that mean. He hates me. Good. Hate's close to everything else, closer than disinterest. I don't want him to love me clean. I want him ruined for anyone else. I want him to look at Milo—sweet, safe Milo—and feel nothing.

The alpha, and the pack for that matter, weren’t safe at that very moment and the beta hated that. “Oh boy! I told him I hated him and that he didn’t deserve to live.” Ryan shrugged. “Shit!” Philip swore. “Are you trying to kill him?” Philip’s eyes flashed with anger. “Why would telling someone that you hate them kill them? If I were to tell you that I hated you, would you die?” “No, because I’m not your fucking mate,” Philip growled and promptly swore when he realized what he’d revealed.

The name that I hate with every fiber in my body. 'Devin'

He frowns "Why do you want to be something. You've been fine all this while hating me. Why does that have to change?" I shrug "Because I don't hate you anymore. I don't want you to hate me" I am literally baring out my dead heart to him. I don't do this mushy shit. I am not one to be this weak. What has changed? "I don't hate you man; I hate your kind. I hate that you killed my people in the '90s. It happened there is nothing we can do about it but there is no good from us being friends. Nothing good will come from that and no one will accept it"

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.