The Hating Game Novels & Stories

Talagang aalukin siya nito makapag-1v1 porke’t nanalo sila sa laro kahapon! She was right. He really is such an obnoxious guy! Naisipan niya lang naming i-accept ito dahil manonood siya sa mga laro nito at pagtatawanan ito. You can only spectate in their game if you’re friends, ayon ang plano niya. She didn’t expect that the reason why he added her was because of this 1v1 game! They’re not even close for him to ask her that. Natapakan siguro ang pride nito dahil isang beses lang siyang napatay ng Xhyro na iyon habang apat na beses niya itong napatay. “Takot siguro ‘to at mas magaling ako sa kaniya, e!” tumawa siya. “Syempre hindi ako magpapatalo!”

> 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.

I said not battling an eyelid, I knew my plan was a delicate one, He might decide to back out if I do not pressurize him. Stuttering, George stared at me in shock “That’s impossible. I mean she does not like me. How can I do that to her, that is plain cruelty. I cannot play with a girl’s feeling like that and besides you know I love Stacy and I am not going to jeopardize my relationship with her for one of your stupid games” I ignored his analysis that was none of my business. I wondered how George came to know what I had been up to with Stacy. I turned to look at him skeptically

Flynn said as he turned to leave as Matthew wanted to say something as he felt bad also, “Listen Flynn, I am sorry things turned out things turned out this way but…” His words were cut off, “I don’t want to hear it. Leave me alone.” Flynn said as he walked out banging the door hard. He walked back to his cubicle as he brought out a brown box and started shoving everything that was his on the table inside. He had to leave this place. He could feel the sympathetic looks of his partners on him but he ignored them all. After all they had been part of the scheme.

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.”

"I don't understand, Sarah. Isn't this the same young boy that's always been on your neck? The one who caused the death of your son and took your family away from you? Shouldn't you be happy with what I have done? Why are you so angry, instead? This is the way of life. You take down any fucking body that stands in your way. " Sarah takes in several breaths to calm down her racing heart. "What the hell is wrong with you? Yes, I may hate that boy with all the bones in my body, but that doesn't mean I wanted you to take his life! It was nothing but a mere exaggeration when I mentioned killing him with my bare hands! Why the hell would I want to take a life? That boy might have caused so many mi

He laughed looking away and licked his lips up, as his gaze travelled from her eyes, that had been glaring at him hatefully to her lips, that seemed as delicious and captivating as ever. "No, Angel!" He leaned in addition and she ought to sense his warm breath hitting her face. She clenched her eyes closed and thrashed once again, to get out of the chains keeping her down, which proved to be of no use. He leaned in closer and their lips barely touched sending the acquinated tingles down her spine. She hated it! She hated him! She hated how he made her feel! Even after everything, she hated how she could not deny his touch! His gaze was fixed at her plump lips when he whispered, "It is Just

Kat snapped from where she sat beside me. This time the three of us let out long dramatic gasps. We were seated at a booth in Chris' mother's bakery playing a card game that Chris had introduced to us. It was called 'the Resistance'. It was basically a strategy based game where you had to identify who the spy was in the game. And so far, my money was on my dearest boyfriend. Roman and I had been hooked from the beginning but Kat honestly just thought the game was a waste of time. We didn't care, we made her play anyway.

The Hating Game! Intro; Genevieve; Did she hate her brother’s best friend? Hell yes but did she desire him and wants to fuck him? Yes yes yes! He proved to be a thorn on her side but he was also the thorn she couldn’t ignore or stop looking at! The urge to stop the bickering and bantering and just submit and fall at his feet grows day and night especially when she had been forced to live with him in his penthouse with just a door separating her from him.

It's a game which involves talking about, you guessed it, your deepest and darkest secrets and right now it's Tatiana's turn. "I think it's no secret that I hate that loser my mother calls a boyfriend," Tatiana begins. "But lately my hate has turned into something more, I want him gone forever, I want him to disappear and never come back." From the tone of her voice it's pretty obvious that she really does despise this man, I wonder what he did to deserve such hatred. "Like kill him?" Max jokes, trying to lighten up the mood. But Tatiana is not joking. "Yes. I want to kill him, slowly because I want it to hurt. He deserves it for how he treats my brother and I." She says.