The Hating Game Parents Guide Novels & Stories

“Most times children can never hate their parents.” “I hate my mother.” Zeath swallows his food hard. “Hate is merely a word too small to describe my feelings for her.” Maybe he’s right. After all, I do hate my family too. But maybe things need to be seen from a different perspective. If Zeath had probably asked his mother why she hated him so much she could have explained more. Likewise if I tried to see things from my parent’s perspective. Honestly speaking though, that part of me is Tara speaking. Mellow keeps saying there’s no justification for wanting to kill your child or making their lives miserable.

Then, I added, "I care about you, and you care about him! I saw it in your eyes... You didn't want to kill him. You were doubting your choices and options before your mother shouted at you..." "She had nothing to do..." He started, and I cut him off, not wanting him to finish whatever he was about to say. "She had everything to do with it! Both your parents didn't show you how important a family is for a person's life. Instead of teaching you love, they taught you how to hate, hurt, and betray each other. If you only think about it for a while, you'd be able to see the bigger picture. I saw you in that arena. You were like a child that was forced to do something he was doing to not anger his

“You’ll never be accepted by us, Kyle. You’re filth!” My mom sneered right back at her. “Funny, because we despise your daughter even more. She’s trash, and she always will be.” My blood boiled, the air was vibrating with rage. I stepped forward, my voice was low and dangerous. “Get the fvck out of my way.” They didn’t move. They wanted war. My dad’s voice dropped, it was almost calm. “If her family hates you and we hate her… maybe that’s a sign. This is cursed, Kyle. End it before it destroys you.”

I screeched, lounging forward to shove the stranger named Mason but my mother held me back. “Oh please, do you really think I’m equally happy to be seeing your face right now? I also don’t ever want to see you again, you’re not only childish and dumb, you’re also very fucking rude!” He shot back at me, both of us doing nothing to mask our dislike and utter hatred for each other. “Oh, if I’m rude, then what are you? You arrogant swine. Why are you here, huh? No one wants you here!” I knew I shouldn’t be hauling insults at him, especially not in a place like this, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

Her father's wisdom had given her a new perspective, and she felt grateful for his guidance. Sara's thoughts swirled as she gazed at her father, her mind racing with the implications of his words. But then, her thoughts took a sharp turn. She thought about her and Austin's relationship, and the truth hit her like a ton of bricks—it was all a lie. They had never had a romantic relationship; it was just a joke that had spiraled out of control. Sara's eyes locked onto her father's, and she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "If the foundation of that relationship is based on lies, then what should I do, Baba?"

Hatred will rule us, eat us, and even changed us that can lead us to hating our relatives, family and even important person to our life. I have the same hatred for my parents, and that's the main reason why I choose to be independent than begging them to come back. Especially since they never shows affection the time my brother was born, and left me all alone. Which my hatred remained and I don't regret hating them. "I let you stay in my mansion although it trigger me. But it doesn't mean you are allowed to make decisions for me! I am not marrying that filthy woman because I have a wife." His sharp gazes remained on his father, "Don't make such indecent decisions for me because you are not r

The gun alone in sight made her mouth thin in displeasure as the cover photo of the movie itself states well that brutality and violence are likely to occur in the film. Her answer was a firm, "No," as her face grew in horror. She sternly said those two letters back at him, earning a slight flinch from his shoulders. The young boy turns to look at the manager. Is it not allowed? "Why not mother?" The manager’s eyes were filled with uncertainty. Hillary pinch the bridge of her nose. Why not?! Savagery and barbarity is the last thing she wanted him to learn. Its existence alone inside his head might severely affect his mentality as a decent man she wanted him to become.

As they turned to leave, Sage, gasping, mustered the strength to yell: “Scarlet! Where is she? Tell me!” His mother turned and smiled wide. “Oh, don’t you worry about her,” his mother said. “Lore will find her, and rescue us all. Or he will die trying. And when we live on, don’t you dare think there will be a place for you.” Sage reddened. “I hate you!” he yelled. “I hate you both!” His parents merely turned, smiling, stepped up onto the marble railing, and took off into the sky. Sage stood there and watched them go, disappearing into the sky, as the remainder of his cousins joined them. He stood there, all alone, before his boarded-up ancestral home, with nothing here left for him. His fami

She yelled at herself for even entertaining the thoughts of those 'two young, hot, stunning guys with bodies any woman would drool over' kissing & touching alover her from head to toe. She pounded her fist on the dashboard. Why was she being cursed like this? She could never care for one of these creatures.....and to actually love them, no fucking way! She even had issues trusting her own kind much less a dog man that would constantly remind her of the filthy son-of-a-bitches that had mutilated her parents. But they weren't the ones that had done that. She shouldn't hate them all for what had happened years ago. Why couldn't she let it go?

She tried to hushed her. "I don’t know why did you even mention his name? I’m trying to live my life the way I want! And he’s not a part of it.” She was on the brink of her sanity. “Stop before you regret it!” She warned her. “He's never around, mom! Can’t you see it? I'm telling you he's cheating on you since Penny is born and--" She was cut off by her mother's slap. Penelope was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, terrified by her mother's action. Though she was in her freshmen year of high school she still had a sensitive heart.