The Hating Game Spice Level Novels & Stories

The moment she walked through the door, she pinched her nose and snapped, "Did you sneak in spicy food behind my back?" I didn't even look at her and lazily replied, "Eating spicy food isn't a crime, and it's not sneaking either. Doing dirty stuff behind someone's back is what sneaking really is." Maybe I hit a nerve because Hailey immediately flew into a rage. She lunged forward, yanked me off the couch, and slapped me hard across the face. "You know damn well I can't handle spice, so you did it on purpose just to spite me, didn't you? And stop with the snarky comments about me cheating. You have a filthy mind!"

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.”

he held it with his two hands, horizontally, "Then I'm going to ask you questions." "Right so what's the use of the stick?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "See, if you piss me off, I'll hold the stick tight and the more you piss me off, I'll hold it tighter and tighter until it breaks." He explained, "And when it breaks then things won't be good for you, printsessa." (Princess) "You aren't even Russian." I mumbled, internally rolling my eyes. He smirked, "I see you've done your research. And yeah I know I'm not Russian but you see, they say I'm hot when I speak Russian."

She placed a plate of porridge in front of Rebecca seating at the dinning table, “What is this?” Rebecca stared at the food in disgust. “Porridge” she answered. “Do I look sick to you?” she asked daringly. “No” Hava shaked her head in response. Rebecca took a spoonful and quickly spat it back, there was so much salt in it that it tasted bad. She threw the hot porridge on Hava, “Do you want to kill me!” she yelled at her. Hava just stood there with nothing to say, the hot soup was burning her body but it wasn’t enough to conquer the hatred she had in her heart for Rebecca.

And then the voice of my mate, now unaffected by mate bond projected out of mirror: "Now that I am freed of the shackles of the mate bond, I can tell you how I really feel about you, Marcellus. I hate you, Marcellus; I hate you so much. Don’t ever forget that. I hate you almost as much as I hate Malleteagan. I hate the air you breathe. I hate the ground you step on. I hate and loathe you, Marcellus. I hate every cell and atom that forms you and each fragment of life which runs through your body and soul. I hate your existence. I hate the moment I met you. I hate that you are breathing the same air as I do. You are the most disgusting, repulsive, revolting and pathetic man I have ever met.” A

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.

A look of victory showing on his perfect face causing her to grind her teeth with rage. "Your kind sicken me, you never play fair! You are shameless brutes that force yourselves upon normal people. Do you realize how much I detest your kind? I believe the ones like you should be wiped out. You are unworthy to even wear the skin of a human." Her eyes squinted together, pure spite swirling deep within her.

Pauleen looks at HIM with a sinister smile on her face which HE dearly loves to see from her. “Exhilarating.” HE whispers, commending her bravery, yet the scene and only path that HE leads her to be and for her to do. Reading her mind and what runs from deep within it. HE giggles and asks her. “Of course, it will not be complete if there is only one of you that will sacrifice for the role of being my spice.” The three are then a bit taken aback by what they heard. Yet, they all realize that it is all according to plan and none of them will be paired with the perfect chosen spice.

We started with small talk; work, weather, some show she was binge-watching, and sometimes while we were talking we'll hold eye contact for long, and when we've felt we'd held eye contact for long, we'll both flit our eyes away, a smirk on our faces. I loved watching her talk, and not just to listen, but just to watch her pretty lips move. Every time our hands brushed while reaching for the sugar or the napkins, a spark shot up my arm. After taking the last spoon of the well cooked mashed potatoes and downing it with my favorite coffee, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. “This…was soooo good.” She handed me a napkin to clean my mouth and electricity skittered down my spine as our tips

And I had to admit that I was scared of him at that point. “You are afraid of me right?” He walked round the table, sitting on the chair across from me. “That’s how it should be. Do you know how much I hate your father, hoping that he perishes alongside his family. But here you are—living like a queen, about to bag the youngest and finest billionaire as your husband. Fuckkk!!” He screamed out in frustration. “Let’s cancel the wedding if that will make you feel better.” I said, remaining glued to my knees.