The Hating Game Novelas e Histórias

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”

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

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?”

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—”

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

Finally, she sighed and reached for the beer glass in front of her. Cheers erupted. “Wooo… finally!” Aurora took a small sip. It tasted slightly bitter, but a warm sensation spread through her instantly. Lia, sitting beside her, patted her shoulder with a satisfied laugh. “Finally, you drank too.” Aurora chuckled softly, though her cheeks felt warm—whether from the beer or from everyone’s attention, she couldn’t tell. The game continued. The questions became stranger and sillier. Someone was told to imitate their boss’s way of speaking, another had to sing an old commercial jingle, and someone else had to eat a slice of lemon without showing any expression.

Did you ever felt hatred from the person you love. Did you ever hided flowing tears within yourself while acting normal infront of everyone.... The blooming of love from hatred is it possible.... The love from many hurdles will it have a happy ending.... Viranica : I love you prince Karthik : did you ever know what is meant by love playgirl like you never liable for love Viranica : didn't you ever feel love in my words Karthik : I feel only disgusted of you Viranica : my love is true for you

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

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.

Neil Harris, his best friend and his wife of 4 years has betrayed him together in the most cruelest way. “ Fe-Ferris we- no.... please it was just in heat of moment.... we were studying.... please forgive me...” Scarlet cried as she trembled in fear. Beside her, Neil Harris knew it was his end and there was no escape from Asher Miller. The vain in Ferris head throbbed violently as sweat dripped down his forehead. His eyes turned red as blood rushed in them. His fist tightened and jaw clenched. With speed of panther, he launched himself on his friend and brutally punched him repeatedly. Scarlet cried loudly horrified as the blood started to stain Neil face. She got off the bed and grabbing he