Player Hating Novels & Stories

"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!"

“He’s a good kid, Sloane. Driven. Respectful.” “Sure. Until he’s not.” I tossed the phone aside. “I hate hockey players. They’re all the same—arrogant, entitled, built like Greek statues because apparently god hates me personally.” Dad stood. “You’re coming. End of discussion. This house is mine, and if you keep fighting me, I’ll start charging rent.” “Wow. Low blow.” “You’re eighteen. Act like it.” “Fine.” I flopped back against the pillows. “I’ll go. But only because you’ve suffered enough bad decisions in your life. And maybe because watching your perfect new family implode up close will be excellent writing material.”

Instead, I looked past Jace and his juvenile whining, meeting the eyes of every player on the team one by one. Tyler Costa. Marcus Rodriguez. Donovan Hayes. The offensive line, the receivers and the defense. I’d spent a long time studying their plays, so long that I knew all their abilities like the back of my hand. They all stared back at me with varying degrees of hostility. Some glared outright while others just looked uncomfortable, like they wanted to be anywhere but here. They hated me, that much was obvious. But here's the thing about hate; it's loud and passionate and powerful but at the end of the day, it is completely irrelevant when there's something far, far more important at sta

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."

I rubbed my eyes and yawned on my bed, rolling over, I fell from the bed. "Argh! Everything is so frustrating!" I yelled and jumped up. I was going for the early morning exercise and for my job, to hell with it. I put on my pajamas and came outside. There I found my neighbor Jimmy. Perfect, this means I won't go jogging alone on the street. He had pride written on his face always because the young girls would do anything to be his, certainly because he was handsome and man! He got the body build. I waved to him, but he didn't wave back, rather he was rude or perhaps warning. "Don't make me stay back late" he said, and I smirked. He was right, I always walk instead of jog because I had a came

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.

I told Aunt, who nodded and hugged me before she left. After she left, I turned to Alpha Edward with anger burning in my eyes. “I hate you so much, Alpha Edward. If I was given a chance to kill you, I would do that without even thinking about it,” I spat with hate. “I don’t want to ever see you again in my entire life. Stay away from me and never come close,” I ordered before walking away.

“Because he is your mate Reign, you cannot hate your mate. Yes you might feel this burning anger within you whenever you see him, but you can never actually hate your destined mate! That has never happened in the history of werewolves” “But Alpha Hardin hates me!” “No he doesn’t” “Then how do you call all what he is doing to me?” “Frustration, confusion, anger, naughtiness, a little bit of stupidity, but definitely not hatred. It’s not in his ability to hate you. Even if he wanted to, he can’t because you are his mate and Luna and there’s no denying it. That’s a reality he can never escape from!” Hardin’S POV

But knowing Carl is still out there isn’t giving me the peace I need. I need that motherfucker to be brought to justice as soon as possible! It's become my only mission in life at the moment. There's just so much hatred in my heart for the SIHL star hockey player — I wish for nothing more than to see him burn in hell. I hate him. I hate him as badly as I want to hurt him. I hate him for doing this to sweet Jayden.

It made me look back at him with a hard glint. What a great way of saying he despises me. He had never given me a happy birthday card on my birthday forget about it he had never even wished me a happy birthday. What else would confirm that he hates me the most? Why is he even putting much of his effort into showing me his hate? I know very well that he hates me and it will remain the same till the end on both sides. And now I don't care about it as it doesn't affect me in any way. Ava looked from me to him seeing our cold hate war going on through our eyes. Feeling her gaze I broke our stare and looked at her.