The Hating Game Novels & Stories

He's mad "Who are you controling me? We even not in a relationship." I can't believe this "Isn't it obvious? I like you a lot and we rarely spend time and you kept hanging out with your stupid bestfriend-" "What do you say?" That make me angry "Lia I'm-" "Don't!" I walked back and get back inside the gym and it's already starting. I walked to support Hailey and she's doing good. "Go Hailey Go Go." The game was so intense and Hyundog sit beside me looking at the game. Suddenly Christian appeared at the side of the court. Crossing his arms in front of his chest and he's looking at our class

Casper Sullivan untied his tie as soon as he entered his hotel suite. The desk with his laptop and briefcase beckoned, but he didn't want to go to work for once. He was too engrossed with Anika Hart's ideas. Anika Hart is stunning, attractive, and astute.

Instead, she looked at him with a mix of guilt and longing, aware that she had hurt him deeply in the past. Nova took a step closer to Austin, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I hurt you, and you have every right to hate me." Her words hung in the air, a mixture of regret and longing. Austin's response was swift. "I don't hate you; I hate your husband." His words were laced with venom, and Nova's eyes locked onto his, filled with a deep understanding.

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The puck dropped and I moved, fast and hard and aggressive, I was going to play this game like my life depended on it, I was going to show everyone what I was made of, and I was going to make sure Alex regretted ever stepping foot on this ice, I slammed into the first player I saw, sending him flying into the boards, I did not even know who it was, I just knew I needed to hit something The game went on and I played like a man possessed, I shoved and I slashed and I hit everything that moved, I did not care about the rules, I did not care about the whistle, I just cared about winning, about humiliating Alex, about making him feel as small and insignificant as he was

“Once in college, Damen and his lab partner went out on a date.” “What no! Stop!” He tried to stop her. “The girl was allergic to sunflower seeds. She didn't know it at that point. She had a severe attack after having only one bite from her salad. He got so scared. He thought she was dying, and he almost started crying.” She said between fits of laughter. “What?” Penelope laughed. Damen was so embarrassed. He covered his face with his hands. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” He shook his head. “Ah! It's fine we are all friends. And friends should know about each other's embarrassing moments.” She patted her shoulder.

in the eyes of the world, she would at least be a mistress who vanished. She hated him. She hated the way he had manipulated her into feeling safe. But mostly, she hated herself. She had spent ten years being the 'good girl' to a man who cheated, and she had promised herself she would never be that woman again. Yet, here she was—caught in a web of lust and high-end lies, playing the role of the homewrecker she had once despised. "Lily? The team is waiting in the conference room."

But his eyes weren't infatuated with her, it spewed pure hate. He had set his eyes on his target, the only game he would be playing and would desire to emerge victorious. "Miral Chandravanshi. I hate you and I am going to make you suffer. You just wait and watch!"

I put it in the kitchen area but I am hearing some weird noises. A girl? Moaning? Did he leave his television open? I slowly walked towards the bedroom and the door was open. My eyes widened as I caught him coupling with another actress! The girl is on his top and they are really enjoying the moment. What a jerk! We just did it a few minutes ago and now, you are doing it with another woman? So disgusting! I went back to the kitchen and grabbed the soup I made for him! Yes, this is for you and for that woman! I entered the room and poured the soup on them while they were enjoying their moment together. They stopped and the girl screamed so loudly. She got up from the bed and went to the corne

And I had to admit that I was scared of him at that point. “You are afraid of me right?” He walked round the table, sitting on the chair across from me. “That’s how it should be. Do you know how much I hate your father, hoping that he perishes alongside his family. But here you are—living like a queen, about to bag the youngest and finest billionaire as your husband. Fuckkk!!” He screamed out in frustration. “Let’s cancel the wedding if that will make you feel better.” I said, remaining glued to my knees.