The Hating Game Audiobook Novels & Stories

Henry was dragged by Zion to sit down under a tree aside. Zion passed the mini-game he had designed to Henry. Will you be able to get through it in fifteen minutes? What's so hard about it? It's just a mobile game. "Henry took it over and began to play with confidence. However, as he played, he frowned deeply. He began to think hard in the middle of the game." Zion stood by the side with his arms crossed in front of his chest and smiled as he looked at the picturesque scenery. "Fifteen minutes later, Henry said with frustration, ""This game can't be won at all."""

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

It was all in disarray. Alexander stared intensely at the fire, the flickering flames reflecting the burning feeling within him. His mind churned with disdain - disdain for Guinevere' birth father, Adamson, a man he had never known; and for his own father, the king who had commanded Adamson's death. But the disdain was not enough. He hated that Guinevere cared for Adamson, and the unfortunate relationship there existed between him and the crown. He despised that she had accused him of stealing her family, when all he had ever wanted was to establish her by his side, as his equal, as his queen.

“What is this?” Thomas didn’t even flinch. He let out a dry, frustrated laugh and shook his head, looking at the banker with an expression of pure annoyance. “Are you kidding me? This is exactly why I hate these systems. My old records from the university abroad must have pulled some old data from when Monica helped me with my visa paperwork.”

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy. Lila eyes me but I shrugged at her. "Wow they are all hotty! " Lila said still looking at them and I kick her behind the table. " What?" She glared at me. "Stop drooling and eat!" I said to her. "What your not interested?" Laura asked me this time. "Nope!" As I munching my fried now. I love fries than those six pack boys there. "Are you a lesbian!" And almost choked my fried on my throat.

She didn’t speak. I stepped closer and gently placed both hands on her shoulders. Her body trembled under my touch. “I don’t know if what I feel is hate,” I said. “Maybe it is. But I know I hate how he makes women feel disposable. Like we’re just temporary.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I don’t hate the player,” I whispered. “I hate his game.” Raven sniffled. “And if you can’t separate the player from the game?”

he hissed, wiping his face slowly, “just earned you a slow, painful death, bitch.” Every word landed like a blow, heavy and suffocating. The hatred in his voice wasn’t just surface level, it was deep, festering, and it sank into me, settling somewhere I couldn’t shake. Even after he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him, that hatred lingered in the room like a toxic fog, pressing down on me, trying to suffocate whatever strength I had left. “Now that he’s gone…” Nikolai’s voice broke through the silence, smooth and composed.

Chapter 15 (Sophia's POV) Common enemy. I'd said it plainly in the back of Dax's car and Xander had confirmed it without hesitation. Those two words had quietly dismantled something I'd been holding onto for fifteen years. The clean simplicity of my hatred. It was considerably harder to hate a man who was handing you evidence against the person who'd actually destroyed your family. I was finding that out the inconvenient way. Izzy was waiting in my office at eight-fifteen with coffee, croissants and the expression of someone who had opinions she'd been saving up overnight.