The Hating Game Spice Level Novels & Stories

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.

Tyler said. "For real bro?" Liam asked again to confirm. "Shut up!"Tyler called the waitress and ordered a drink. "It's so better here. My house now irritate me." "Really,all because of a girl?" Liam asked while checking out a girl in a pencil jeans and sleeveless top. "Yes. She has this annoying aura. Whenever I see her I get pissed immediately. Tyler explained. "I once read a book. it says you fall in love with the person you hate the most." Liam said.

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.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Who would think he would suddenly turn into a monster to me because of something that happened years back and some fake news from my ex husband would get to him too easily. I won’t blame him for hating me about his late brother but thinking so low of me because of Brian makes my heart burn and my stomach turn. “Logan met my friend Stacy.” I forced a smile. I told him about her once in a conversation. “It’s nice to finally meet you Mr Logan Maxwell and congratulations on your wedding.” Stacy stretched her hand for a handshake with Logan. At first he hesitated to take it, but he eventually did. “Thank you.” His eyes were empty most of the time but for some reason I saw a glimpse of amusement i

Uhm, even though I don’t completely believe this game is as effective as she says it is, she is the only one that is trustworthy at the moment, and the only one willing to help me as well. “You open the card according to the spice level. Green for go, red for danger.” She instructed again, and I paused, because she was still typing. “You have to go from 1-5, don’t start with the hottest, get her to trust you first, and then you can go crazy.” “Okay,” I texted back almost immediately. “If this doesn’t work, I am going to fire you.” “But what if it works?” She asked, and I was about to respond when her text came in again. “You have to pay me. $10,000 nothing less.”

"What does he hate?" Ethan looked at me with the slow, dawning expression of a man understanding he was being recruited as an accomplice. A long silence passed. "Spicy food," he said finally. "Can't handle it. Not even a little." I looked at the pepper sitting on the counter. I looked at Ethan. Ethan looked at the ceiling, whistling softly, in the universal posture of a man who was not watching what was about to happen. “And sorry about the training ground, it's hard out here for everyone.”

I said in almost a whisper but loud enough for her to hear what I had just said. I saw hope leave her eyes and more tears streamed down her cheeks. “I hate you, Gabriel!I hate you!I hate that I got too attached to you.I hate that I loved you!”She hit my chest with her hands countless times as she screamed and I let her do so. If hitting me would help her feel alot better,it was okay.I allowed her to take out all her frustration on me because I was the one who had caused her the pain. She finally stopped and collapsed on my chest, crying helplessly and I gave her a comforting hug, rubbing her back gently to help her calm down.

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.