The Hating Game Novels & Stories

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?

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.

"You think it's a game because it's not you who had to deal with them. I am. It is so easy to stand outside and calculate everything, Hana. I am in the field. I am fighting, and you are just blocking me from living my life peacefully." I searched for a hint of pain in her eyes. I am capable of inducting it for her. But she looked like she could kill. That's good. Anger and Pain go hand in hand. "Asshole," She blurted out. "I forbid you to call me to inquire about anything the whole day." "You are crazy," I shouted. "So are you." She shouted back. "You are fired. Get out." "This is the twentieth time I got fired this month."

Every now and then, someone’s eyes would drift – toward Michelle, toward Jeffrey and Diamant. Especially Diamant. He barely spoke or moved a spot. Deep inside, he was fighting the urge of accepting the kind of emotional games Michelle was playing with him, and not hurt. Jace and the rest noticed this - nothing at this moment could make him feel better if Michelle was sitted with this guy, happily laughing and giving him attention. She noticed it and tried to ignore it at first but then – ‘Yup, I am not doing this.’ Diamant muttered under his breath, standing suddenly. They paused, looking at him. ‘I want to talk to you.’ He added, already looking at Michelle. ‘Now.’

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

~Eve pov~ I went straight on my knees the moment those words left his mouth, nobody knew that my father was Steve Cole, the arsonist that made it to the news that year for setting a company on fire, with five people injured, and one dead—Logan’s brother. I did my best to run away from it, I was twelve when it happened, and I hated my father for it. I asked him why he did it countless times, but he refused to say a word to me. So, I cut ties with him, I even changed my name from Sarah Cole to Eve.

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.

“No. Don’t ‘Sienna’ me. You’ve been avoiding me all day. Hell, I don’t think you’ve looked me in the eye once.” He finally met her gaze then, and for a fleeting second, she saw it—something dark, something conflicted, something **hungry**. But then it was gone, replaced with cold indifference. “This conversation is unnecessary,” he said dismissively, standing. She shot up from her chair, blocking his path. “The hell it is.” His jaw ticked. “Move.” “Make me.” Something flickered in his eyes, a dangerous edge that sent a shiver down her spine. But she refused to be intimidated.

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.