Player Hating Novels & Stories

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.

If you looked closer, it felt like he was looking into your soul. And I could feel that through pictures, so you can understand I wondered if it felt the same in person. I should probably hate him just on instinct because he was a hockey player, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to hate him like I hated every other player. And I hated myself because I couldn't hate him. Damn you Nataniel Madox! I hope you turn out to be the biggest asshole in the world so I have an excuse to hate you! A girl can hope, right?

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

I have let him succeed in whatever he wanted to do. "Is it just a game for you? A hobby to make you feel less bored, attack others at their weakest, and make yourself look stronger. Are you even a human? I had refused Mr. Harper for this whole tutoring idea. What can a devil like you do better than spreading hatred? But I freaking agreed later on. And you know why? Because I pity you. You, Plinio Murray, are the most helpless and pitiful person I've ever seen!"

“If you’re sorry, just let me go.” “You know I can’t do that. You know I’ll never let you go. You know I’ll do terrible things to you—because I know it’ll hurt him the most. Your husband is my greatest adversary. We have a love-hate relationship. He encroaches on my turf, kills my brother, and doesn’t keep his word…but I also respect him. He’s a good opponent. I suspect he’ll be an even better opponent now that this is happening.” This guy was a psychopath. “I’m sure Hades will give you whatever you want if you let me go.”

As it was a holiday, Theo ended up playing games at home. Seeing him so worked up over the game, I got curious and went to check on him. But as soon as I got close to him, he quickly switched his phone screen to the news. It was obvious that Theo was chatting with Tiffany online. I'd seen her play the same game a few times. She had told me that her character also had a "husband" in the game. I didn't have to think twice. Her in-game "husband" had to be Theo.

He said as Xander ducked from the new torrents of bullets. "Umm, I left it in the car. Didn't want to scare the new guy Flynn." He yelled as Jace got pissed off. He was angry that Xander was thinking about Flynn and fell very jealous. He felt like throttling his best friend and the only way to do that was kill that asshole who was shooting at them. If his timing was right, this was the perfect time to stand up. "Hey asshole" Jace called as he stood up from his cover and the Gunner turned to face him and shoot but found out he has run out of bullets.

Anger, hate, and loathing consumed him as he witnessed the couple, their bodies intertwined in what seemed like a perfect moment of joy. His heart bled with a mixture of envy and despair as he observed them, unable to tear his gaze away. Every movement they made fueled the fire of his resentment, deepening the chasm of bitterness within him. The sight of Emily, the object of his unrequited affection, reveling in the arms of another man only intensified Axel's hatred towards her. It was a tormenting reminder of what he could never have, a beautiful and precious moment slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

Elina Rascal! Andrew is such a rascal! Why he is doing this to me?! If everything will go like this, I am surely gonna hate him more in these three months than love. It's not like I wanna hate him just because he kidnapped me but he is making me hate him more and more. Will anyone take the life out of him, if he told me the truth?! Absolutely, not! Or maybe...yes? Ughh! And last night, I promised him that I will find out everything eventually that everyone is hiding from me in anger. Why I have a bad habit of making promises when someone challenges me?

I tell him through clenched teeth, cursing at myself for being this damn reactive to him. "I know, and I hate you so fucking much at this moment. I hate you and I will not care about the consequences of what I'm about to do to you. I hate you so fucking much that I will not hold myself back this time. I hate you so goddamn much and I'm going to ruin you for any man that isn't me. Not him. And not any goddamn other. " I have got to be sick in the head for those words to make my pussy clench against my fucking thong and my heart to beat wildly against my chest.