The Hating Game Parents Guide Novels & Stories

I hissed at him. "Hannah, the people running for godfather are beasts. Dad is a calculative sociopath while Christian is a deranged psychopath. It doesn't matter who wins. They are both the same, inhumane." Lilly says hoping her manifesto would convince me buy I'm smarter than that. "You're older than me so you are well aware of the tradition of this stupid family. You are well aware that this tradition was inhumane in the first place because I lost my father because of it. I will never participate in something that took my father away from me." They want the war to end quickly but using me as a sacrifice and making it sound like it was for good, was stupid to begin with.

He tenderly embraced Owen in his arms and said, "Daddy shouldn't have gotten angry at you... I'm sorry..." Owen huddled in his arms, motionless with fear. After a long while, he tentatively asked, "Do you hate Mommy?" Because of hatred, Mommy and Daddy separated. Because of hatred, he and Zack couldn't have a complete family. Joseph self-mockingly curled his lips, took a deep breath of cold air, and his voice became hoarse in an unbelievable way, "How could I hate her." His thin lips tightened, and he couldn't help but laugh, "If anyone should hate, it would be her hating me."

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

Riley began carefully, “that Thanksgiving dinner at your house was easily one of the strangest experiences of my life.” Priya straightened her spine. “Strange how?” “Imagine a table full of adults calmly discussing stuffing,” Riley said, painting the picture, “while Sloane and Chase sat directly across from each other, acting like they hated each other.” “That sounds perfectly normal,” Leah said. “It was *not* normal hatred.” I buried my face in my hand. “Riley.” “It was *athletic* hatred.” Jake blinked. “Athletic hatred?” “Competitive. Sweaty. High-stakes.”

"My parents died when I was eleven, Larry. I barely remember them. But what I do remember doesn't match the monsters you've painted them to be." "Memory is unreliable. Especially a child's memory." "And pack gossip is reliable? The stories Beta Marcus tells, the version of events that conveniently makes everyone a hero except my family, that's the truth you've built your hatred on?" His hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. "Careful, little wolf. You're treading dangerous ground." "Then let me fall." I held his gaze, refusing to back down. "Because if you're going to torment me for the rest of our lives together, I at least deserve to know why. I deserve to know wh

A small voice filled my head, sending sweet warmth through me. He hates us, he is never going to love us, another voice spoke. These were my children. I had to be their mother sooner than I expected. Probably the only time I would be. I wanted to comfort them, but I was lost for words. What does a parent say in this kind of situation? Why does he hate us? No he doesn’t. He’s just tightly strung. Please try and understand him, I answered him, hoping it would be enough. He is going to try and kill us again. We’ll be dead just like everyone else, it cried.

Hailey got nervous. “But mummy said it was a game,” Hailey defended herself. “She said…” He calmed himself down. “Hailey, it is not a good game,” he corrected. “Forget what your mother said. It is a scary game that can harm people. Do not mind your mother. She is scaring you. A beast could take you if you mention that game again.” Hailey gasped and stepped back. “What?!” He smiled and drew her close for a hug.

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“Yes, they are my parents too.” There’s no need to lie to them. Whether I takes those scumbags as my parents or not, my kids deserves to know the truth especially since they are prone to find out themselves anyways. “Okay, but why do they hate you?” Gavin asks maturely. And like hell… I dont quite expect that. My lids arch in astonishment “Hate?” I and sunny takes a glance at each other. “Yes, they seem to hate you. They were mean to you the other day at the uncle Carlton’s father’s house.” griffin points out.

The sound is short but I think I hit a nerve because that finally makes my father snap. “Are you trying to make it seem like the reason is not good enough?” my father frowns, dropping the newspaper aside. “Not at all,” I say but I chuckle. “That’s a lie,” my mother says. “If you think it's not enough reason to hate each other, then you're very ignorant.” “Oh, so you finally admit you hate Zara,” I mock her. “Why the pretense all along?” “Watch your tone, young man.” “No, I won't. Not anymore,” I fire back.