The Hating Game Novelas e Histórias

And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck. Every time he got close to the goal, I found myself holding my breath. My stomach dropped whenever someone checked him. For some reason, I cared enough about Knox not to want him to get hurt. Which was ridiculous. I hated him. Yet somehow, I barely noticed Mike the entire game. Every time my eyes wandered across the ice, they found Knox. The girls behind me weren’t helping. “He’s so hot.” “Look at his arms.” “I would let that man ruin my life.”

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.

The room fell quiet again, except for the hum of the city outside. Hannah moved closer, searching my face. “You hate this.” “You think?” My laugh was bitter, but softer now. “I hate watching you step back into hell and calling it strategy. I hate knowing that bastard touched you tonight. And I hate that you’re right—this might be the only way to win.” Her eyes flickered, that same mix of steel and sorrow. “Then help me win.” For a second, all I wanted was to tell her screw the game, screw Nico, we disappear. I had the resources. The money. I could vanish us both off every grid on the planet. But I knew she wouldn’t go. Running wasn’t in her blood anymore.

"Yes, we will. And I promise you, little wolf, it's going to be a beautiful disaster." The words sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the dangerous game we were about to play. Because through the mate bond, I could feel the truth he was trying to hide,beneath his hatred, beneath his need for revenge, Larry Talbot was already falling for me. And that terrified him more than anything else ever had.