The Hating Game Novels & Stories

Sasha let out a sigh and tried to keep the tears in "why...why do you hate me?" Michael was shocked, he wasn't expecting that so soon and he was lost for words at the moment. He thought of a way to refute her but he can't possibly think of the best answer, does he hate her? Of course he does, but why? He can't even answer himself. He turned away from her not wanting her to see his battling with his thought "no more work for you." Sasha was dumbstruck, what did he say? "Wh...what..what did you say?"

Things were not awkward between us and I felt so relieved. Mike was an understanding guy and I love him for that. "We definitely have school to attend tomorrow; are we ever going to decide on a particular movie?" Anna spoke and sighed. She moved over to the kitchen to make popcorn before we settle on a specific movie. Anna and Bryan want to watch comedy, while I and Mel want to watch horror but Kelly and mike are not fans of both horror and comedy. You can obviously sight were all the confusion is coming from. It was getting late; so we finally decided on watching fatherhood though it was not what I had in mind. A movie by the main cast "Kelvin Hart"

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

My mother’s face grew red with anger as she yelled, "Where the hell have you been? First, you hit your sister, then you get fired from your job, then you go missing all weekend, and on top of that, you never gave me my money!" The hallway descended into a heavy, tense silence following her furious words, with everyone anxiously waiting to see how I would respond. Nama was visibly getting angry, which caused my blood to boil with frustration. I took a deep breath and declared, "I didn't get fired from work, and Brandy deserves that punch and so much more." Brandy immediately shot back, "You're a liar. I talked to your boss, and he fired you." Before I could respond, my mother interjected shar

Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

I said in almost a whisper but loud enough for her to hear what I had just said. I saw hope leave her eyes and more tears streamed down her cheeks. “I hate you, Gabriel!I hate you!I hate that I got too attached to you.I hate that I loved you!”She hit my chest with her hands countless times as she screamed and I let her do so. If hitting me would help her feel alot better,it was okay.I allowed her to take out all her frustration on me because I was the one who had caused her the pain. She finally stopped and collapsed on my chest, crying helplessly and I gave her a comforting hug, rubbing her back gently to help her calm down.

My eyes iched with tears of hatred as I lifted the paperweight and threw it across the floor. "I hate you so much more Akansha Goenka! I hate you!", I said in gritted teeth and tears of hate flowed down my eyes. °°° Author's note: Tell me what you think about this chapter? What do you think will be Neil's next move?

And I hate you. The line between his hatred and the confusing, unwanted flickers of something else was becoming dangerously blurred. The game was no longer just about survival and revenge; it was becoming a battle for his own heart, and he was starting to fear he was losing.

The question kept spurring out of Melissa uncontrollably, like it was second nature. As she spoke via mind link, a dull ache rose in her chest. “All good questions," the system began, it's eeri sweet voice made Melissa's body crawl. “First question. Why does it have to be you?" “Simple, in all my years of hosting the prestigious demon games, never before have I seen some with as much hate points as you do." “What does this mean?" Melissa asked, her mind clouded with curiosity. “To dumb it down, everyone hates you so much. They would rather gush out their eyes than see you win this game."