Player Hating Novels & Stories

“Fuck” “Take your pick.” I pointed an accusing finger at him. “You’re still the same arrogant asshole who’s made my life miserable over the years. Just because some sponsor locked us in a fake marriage doesn’t mean I suddenly like you.” He stepped closer, voice low and dangerous. “Keep telling yourself that. Your body sure as hell wasn’t pretending a minute ago.” Heat flooded my cheeks. “I hate you, Declan. That hasn’t changed.” His eyes darkened. “Good. Hate me all you want. Just make sure tomorrow at that press conference you look like you can’t keep your hands off me.”

He facepalmed himself "Which one?" James laughed. "What the hell is wrong with you. You sick son of a bitch." Damen frustratingly said and hit his shoulder. “Ow… that hurts,” James said while holding his shoulder. “Good. It should.” “But think about what I told you.” He smirked again. “Okay. Master James.” He brought his hands together and bowed in front of him.

Kobsook silently shed some tears. THE END ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi guys, my name is Aleena. I am a new writer and 'The Hating Game' is my first work. Thanks from the bottom of my heart to all those who read this book. Thank you so much for spending your valuable time and resource in reading my book. I hope you have had fun reading this. I know this book is not perfect. But I tried my best to make it maximum interesting. I am extremely sorry if you regret reading this book or you feel like you wasted your time and money. You guys may leave a honest review. I would like to know what you guys think about 'The Hating Game'.

Please god! At this time, there is only one person I hate for my whole lifetime. It’s not my uncle who had tried to molish me some years ago, it’s not my aunt who has always given me the tortures and pain all over my heart and body, it’s not Jane as well. I have thought these people were the only people who gave pain to me but no! It’s not only them. It doesn’t mean that I don’t hate them but the first place of hatred is just replaced and the place is just taken by this fucking hell guy, Xavier.

The raw pain in his voice when he spoke of my hatred for him sent a pang through my heart. I was about to call out to him, my voice hanging on the tip of my tongue, but he continued, his voice tinged with bitterness, "Well, I don't blame you. Mostly, everyone hates me. The few ones that show me love end up leaving me or asking for something in return for the love they've shown me." He chuckled, but it was a bitter, humorless sound, a defense mechanism to mask his inner turmoil.

I couldn't be happier. “I'm sorry for how our last conversation went, I really shouldn't have blamed you for the shortcomings.’’ I apologized sincerely. “It's okay. I understood how you felt.” She also seemed happy to finally hear from me. “It has been pretty rough for me, that's why I haven't been communicating with you. The Alpha is being so cruel to me, does he hate me now because of his rejection?” “Rejection does not cause hate. Only in situations where one party is willing but eventually got rejected, the rejected party exhibits the hate.’’ She explained

the girl immediately felt a couple of slaps on each cheek delivered by the man with an open hand, which were so powerful that she lost her balance and fell face first to the ground, her body shaking and an intense pain began to feel in her spine. "Don't talk to me like that! You know very well why I despise you; you were the one who threw your mother down the stairs, you're nothing but a murderer and that's why I hate you," she shouted with contempt. Hate is not healthy; it hurts the hater more than the hated. Eric Jerome Dickey.

"Lucian, don't you dare." "It's the only way to ground the energy, Phin." Lucian picked up the knife. The silver blade caught the moonlight. "I've spent my whole life hating. Hating my father. Hating the packs. Hating the world for being what it is. The only thing I haven't hated is you." "That’s why it won’t work!" I screamed, the sound tearing my throat. "You don't hate me! You're obsessed with me!"

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.”