The Hating Game Audiobook Novels & Stories

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

He hasted for a little while and stared at us three before speaking. "Delis grocery just collapse!" He wailed and Jessica held his hand to have a seat. It was like I wasn't there any longer. I could only hear echos and nothing else. Was that real or a joke? My legs seemed stuck, but I pulled them gradually, my hands were shaking, and I came closer to him.

Beginning with checking forums, social media, including comments under the dating apps of his closest competitors and finding the vault accordingly to introducing gamification in LOVESICK— Where did it exactly go wrong? These defeats had him wrapped around their fingers, because the defeats knew Ethan's darkest fears, whether they were the same as every single unfortunate loser or Ethan was just too bad at hiding those. Ethan's grandiose narcissist alter-ego yanks the man back into reality. He takes long, slow breaths, the wicked laptop and the comments in it looming over him and taunting him no more than his own employees. He feels like innumerable pairs of eyes are watching him, the stares

My fiancé, Alpha Rowan, hated waiting. If a pack council ran late, he walked out. If a priest kept him waiting ten minutes, he canceled the blessing. For six years, I made sure he never waited for me. I waited for him instead. At the Full Moon Celebration, his assistant Celine wanted moon-laurel wine that was served only when the moon reached its highest point. Rowan stood in line with her for twenty minutes without checking the time once. While I watched from across the hall, he texted me. [The celebration is over. Go home. Do not wait for me.] I typed, “Okay,” then deleted it. In the end, I sent only one sentence. [I'm not waiting anymore.] That night, I submitted my application to leav

"Why are you shaking, Lukas? Is it the work? Or is it me?" "I hate you," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I hate every second I spend in this house." "Good," he murmured, leaning down until his lips were inches from my ear. "Hatred keeps you sharp. Don't ever lose it. Now, finish the jersey. I have a game tomorrow, and I want to smell like you've actually been working." *****

The word stays there, almost, heavy, irritating, digging in more than it should, and I swallow it down like I do with so many other things, because it’s not worth it, because I can’t, because there are things I simply can’t do without everything falling apart, because hating him isn’t that simple when Sofi is in the middle of it and saying what I really think would cross a line I can’t come back from. So I just nod, controlled, short, and walk past him like none of it gets to me, like he didn’t just say exactly what he needed to get under my skin, even off the ice, like I don’t feel that pressure building in my chest every time I have to keep quiet. Behind me, he laughs, low, confident, almo

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'.

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."

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

I turned back to Silas and I looked at him and I said "I don't know why you hate me so much I don't know why you've made it your life's mission to make me suffer but I'm done with it I'm done with you I'm done with your threats and your games and your manipulation" Silas's face went pale and his eyes were wide and his voice was barely a whisper when he said "You think I hate you you actually think I hate you" I laughed and it was bitter and hollow and I said "Don't you I've seen the way you look at me I've heard the things you say about me I know what you think of me" Silas stepped closer to me and his eyes were burning and his voice was low and intense when he said "You don't know anything