The Hating Game Spice Level Novels & Stories

That means today Kyunghee will be late to pick up Hana. From a distance, the corner of my eye saw a shop selling tteokbokki with various levels of spiciness. I still remember, Hana used to love spicy food so much that she was able to break records by eating the spiciest level of tteokbokki, even sometimes she used to prank me by challenging me to a race to eat the damned food with her. Of course I'll never win against her because I don't like spicy food at all. My stomach will immediately hurt if I eat even a little of that spicy food.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

she said, as if that would explain everything. “Why don’t you go lie down for a little bit,” I suggested, now truly concerned. “I’ll call again when you’re feeling better.” “It’s a video game, stupid,” she said, “and I was going in for the kill.” “With hibiscus?” “Werewolves hate hibiscus.” “I’ll take your word for it,” I said. “Now, since your game has already been ruined, can you get a number for me?” I had a feeling the thwarted floral homicide was going to cost me big time.

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!"

Yes, he was horrible to me most of the time, but when it was good…you know… I join the small queue, eyes scanning the screens for airing movies. I settle for ‘The Hating Game’, eager to lose myself in the world of a love I might never have. I grab a ticket with a small smile and head over to get some popcorn. I fill my cup with coke, and lucky me, the last popcorn bag sits on the platform, waiting for me. I reach for it, but a hand grabs it before I can get a grip. “Hey! That's mine, you know.” my voice grumbles to the tall man with his back turned.

Stephan approached the table, his eyes still wary and pulled a chair for me. He settled into his seat then took off the cover of the dishes. His eyes snapped to mine in an instant. “You hate spicy food.” He said calmly, his face covered with more suspicion. “Are you trying to kill yourself and frame me?” Sweat flowed down my back and gathered into the band of my skirt. “I..I don't hate it..” “You said it gave you a really bad reaction and you've steered clear of it throughout your stay here.” Fuck! Fuck!

The word stays there, almost, heavy, irritating, digging in more than it should, and I swallow it down like I do with so many other things, because it’s not worth it, because I can’t, because there are things I simply can’t do without everything falling apart, because hating him isn’t that simple when Sofi is in the middle of it and saying what I really think would cross a line I can’t come back from. So I just nod, controlled, short, and walk past him like none of it gets to me, like he didn’t just say exactly what he needed to get under my skin, even off the ice, like I don’t feel that pressure building in my chest every time I have to keep quiet. Behind me, he laughs, low, confident, almo

She had been sending glares in my direction at regular intervals since we sat down, each one precise and deliberate, the kind of look that communicated volumes while maintaining total deniability. I stared at my plate and pretended not to notice. Movement at the edge of my vision. I looked up. Haze was heading toward us with the particular energy he always brought to situations — enthusiastic, warm, entirely unbothered by the possibility that his enthusiasm might not be welcome. “Sister-in-law,” he said, grinning at Layla like she was someone he had been waiting to meet for a long time. Something shifted in Layla’s face. The careful neutrality she had been maintaining cracked slightly — and

He looked angrier than diamant who was hiding his boiling expression. ‘You guys, should stop.’ Michelle intervened. ‘What do you mean stop? You caused this.’ Jace fired at her. Laura took a deep breath and tried to calm things down, only for an exchange of punch to begin between Jeffrey and Diamant. Diamant twisted his arm, landed a few punches on Jeff’s face, till he could feel a thick liquid on his fingers. He stopped, stepped back and let Jeffrey catch his breathe. Jeff’ just got his upper lip broken a bit.

Her eyes drifted towards the mystery basket, adorned with a colorful ribbon, which sat tantalizingly on the counter, waiting to reveal its secrets. Just then, the room fell silent and the atmosphere tense as the host, a charismatic emcee with a warm smile, strided confidently onto the stage. "Welcome, contestants, judges, and crew, to the first round of the Spice Masters cooking contest! I am your host by name, Justin Hill and this is Simmer and Spice, where the art of cooking meets the magic of spices. Today marks “Day one” of the contest and on this day, we embark on a culinary journey that will push your skills, creativity, and knowledge of spices to the limit. Let's get started on this c