The Hating Game Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.”

Couldn’t risk seeing that smirk, or worse, that dark certainty in his eyes. My voice broke as the words slipped out. “I hate that you make me feel this way.” For a moment, silence stretched between us, taut and suffocating. Dane’s arms loosened, not enough to let me go, but enough for me to feel the hesitation in him. His chest rose and fell against my back in a slow, unsteady rhythm, and when he finally spoke, his voice wasn’t mocking. It wasn’t arrogant. It was raw. “I know.”

How natural. But Zay didn’t push. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t flirt. He just… listened. That was the part that undid me. When I got back to my dorm that night, I didn’t cry. I didn’t rage. I just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, wondering when the line between hate and something softer had started to blur. Because I could feel it. The slow, dangerous pull. And part of me didn’t want to resist it anymore.

And then— Darkness. A darkness that was about to swallow my entire life. Because Asher Grayson—my stepbrother—wasn't here to play fair. This was a game of revenge. A game of hate. And I was the girl who had never even stepped onto the playground— locked away by the first monster I ever knew. My father.

He smiled, walking over to take a seat close to me. “So you really want to do this?” I asked him, feeling skeptical about everything. It must be PTSD. “Yes. For my family, and for myself. Arthur had said a lot about you.” He said, taking a sip from the champagne he poured into his glass earlier. “Okay, for now I’ll do it for Arthur, but if love blooms along the line, I’ll embrace it.” I said and we both clicked our glasses. *****

I shrieked as I explained to her and she laughed. “What about the mother of the boy? Does she have a problem?” She asked and I sighed before explaining everything about Aisha to her and how she probably hates me now for being close to her son. “She’s a bitch, I hate her.” She responded in her disgusted voice and I knew at that moment that she’d already developed a hatred for Aisha. “Also, before I forget, I overheard her talking to someone and telling them that her plan would work out or something like that.” I told her what I’d heard Aisha say the other day I was there.

It was painful! “I know! Can I call you back later? There is a protest going on and it is going to be so difficult for us to have a good conversation. I hope it is not urgent?” Audrey asked and I felt disappointed. I needed someone to talk with. She was yelling at the background too. “No, it is not urgent! We can talk about it next time you call.” I yelled again, so she could hear me. I had to lie so she won't get all worried.

I hissed. His lips curled into a sneer. “And yet… you’re still talking to me.” I hated him. I hated everything about him. His face, his stupid hair, the calmness in his voice, the way he looked at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum. Like I didn’t matter. “You think this is a fucking game?” I spat. “I loved him, okay?! I fucking loved him! And you ruined it—you and your fucking brother—”

Instinctively, Heidi took several steps backward. But Lucas followed her, caging her between his arms by the wall, his eyes flashing with hurt, betrayal, and a murderous instinct. “Heidi Olsen, I hate you!” Heidi gasped, her eyes transforming into a coldness that mirrored his. “I hate you too, Lucas Harrison!”

She tried countering him but it was useless for his words sliced through hers dangerously. It was too early and definitely too cold for an argument. Yet the two went at each other's throats with the intention of inflicting mental pain. Even with my drowsy mind, I tried to force my ears to listen to the words that were spoken with so much hate. "You must like that don't you? You'll finally get the perfect son you've always wanted huh? You've known for weeks and never fucking told me until now." Haiden growls with so much bitterness that it would be mistaken as poison. Like a rose withering away, that's exactly what his tone did. So much bitterness, so much animosity.