The Hating Game Novels & Stories

“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.

Liza sobbed wiping her palms over her wet cheeks. Suddenly a vehicle came flying into the parking lot. Jenson, Jarrod, Jenna and their father quickly jumped outta the car. "No! No! No! Noooooo!!! LEEEEAVE ME ALONE!! I don't want either of you!! I fucking hate all of you you right now!" Ulayah screamed out as loud as she could. The pain she saw on the faces of the two brothers completely crushed her heart, she hated feeling anything for these douch bags. Her heart raced....an empty feeling rushed over her.

She nods before glancing at me before closing the door. " so what do i owe this pleasure" he says looking at me. I looked at him Cooley. " Don't toy with me Hades you know why I'm here" i said. He clicked his tongue will shaking his head. "Your time with my Nephew has made you hot tempered and impatient" He said placing both hands on the table. " you returning has a lot of people looking over there shoulders Raven, we know you where with v.a.n.g.u.a.r.d but now your back in the states what game are you playing?.

She hated and was annoyed at his possessiveness. The day was too bright and sunny, contrasting perfectly with her mood and the light drizzle of the morning. Gwen hated how beautiful the sky was, how perfect the trees looked, and most of all, she hated the applause from the people as they so easily accepted the news of her engagement to the king. She loathed Alexander for doing as he pleased and making her heart beat with such fervour.

he groaned, his head falling back against the wheelchair, exposing his throat to me. Without thinking, I leaned forward, biting down on the sensitive skin, leaving hickeys. He responded with a growl, his hands tightening on my hips, bruising my skin. “I hate you,” I whispered against his throat, even as I moved faster, feeling the climax building within me. “Good,” he replied, his voice rough. “I hate you too.” Our bodies moved together in a frenzied dance, each thrust pushing us closer to the edge. The rain fell harder, the sound almost scaring, but we were lost in our own world, consumed by the intensity of our need.

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—”

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and

| Thea's POV | PRESENT DAY "If I happen to find out that you are lying to me— God help you, Dylan, I'll rip your dick and feed it to you." I warned before making my way through the crowd of people staring at us. I hated this- I absolutely despised hurting or threatening people, this was not me. Yet I had to do it, I had to become that assassin who people feared all because of my fucked up uncle. Dylan Brown. I was sent to find out where his boss was, for my 'boss' who also happened to be my adoptive uncle.

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

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.’