The Hating Game Spice Level Novels & Stories

[I hate you] END.

His eyes were enough to make her waver but rather than staring at them, she chose to stare elsewhere. "Oh I'm sorry it must have been a slip-up, perhaps I forgot to remind her that you don't take too kindly to spices." she paused an gave him an pretentiously innocents look. "Oh I also don't remember you ever mentioning that in particular, but I'll keep that in mind," she shrugged, apologizing but not with a hint of remorse on her face. as if anyone needed to tell her that the spice level was beyond human consumption. "Sorry?" Ben asked.

I let her grip me through my pants and spread my legs wider. "Sixth, Hapsburg Absinthe X.C with 89.9%! Are our livers still okay?" Hyatt asked tauntingly, an evil glint in his eyes. But none of us are interested in the challenge anymore; my focus is on the hand unzipping me as I turn my head and slam my lips to hers. "Okay, okay, folks! Nothing to see anymore!" I heard Hyatt announce and heard the complaint from the viewers, but I don't care anymore.

I didn't want to think about it, but I felt a hint of guilt. No! I shouldn't feel even a bit of sympathy for him. He deserves those bruises because he disrespected me. Besides, he thinks I'm a bad woman, flirtatious and promiscuous. We watched a basketball game just to mess with the varsity boys and their arrogance. We messed up their lockers and wanted to see their reaction. Because of that, he judged me as promiscuous. I just told him he's a slave, a sex slave. Isn't he just like other men, prioritizing their lower parts over their brains?

I quickly grabbed a napkin to clean my face while my tongue was on fire. “Drink!” Heidi lifted my wine glass for me. I grabbed it from her hand and swallowed it quickly. She instantly grabbed a bottle and refilled it. I drank more, realizing halfway that I probably shouldn’t be drinking so much so quickly. “Weak!” Gigi yelled. “Not everyone has a high spice tolerance. It’s okay. We’ll break her in.” Heidi smiled. “If you haven’t noticed, we all love spicy.” “Sorry, Jasmine. I should have warned you.” Paige patted my back. “I sometimes forget how spicy we eat compared to normal people.”

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."

Charlie placed his bet on Remi’s low spice tolerance. Ping! [The Godfather is intrigued by the butter chicken sandwich’s polarising capsaicin level. You have been awarded 100 credits.] Thanks to the curious taste testers, Chatura's leftover butter chicken sandwich was not wasted. Although inconclusive, the votes were almost fifty-fifty, with girls finding it spicier than boys. “Whew! That was interesting,” Sasha admitted. “I’d never eaten anything so spicy.” Oritha groaned. Even after drinking so much water, the churning feeling in her stomach did not go away.

It was hell spicy and toxic. What the hell she feed me? My mouth and throat started burning with the spice instantly. She started smiling looking at my face. I got her point now. I couldn't spit the food out, so swallowed it, unfortunately. I tried to say something but Before I could she feed me another bite with that poisonous rice and it just increased my anger and irritation. What the hell Abhishree? She started laughing looking at me again. How the hell she could do that? She needed to learn to behave well with the Prince now.

“Once in college, Damen and his lab partner went out on a date.” “What no! Stop!” He tried to stop her. “The girl was allergic to sunflower seeds. She didn't know it at that point. She had a severe attack after having only one bite from her salad. He got so scared. He thought she was dying, and he almost started crying.” She said between fits of laughter. “What?” Penelope laughed. Damen was so embarrassed. He covered his face with his hands. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” He shook his head. “Ah! It's fine we are all friends. And friends should know about each other's embarrassing moments.” She patted her shoulder.

This is so bad! "Ahh! Why is it so spicy?" my thoughts were stopped by this reactions. "You never like spice?" I raised my eyes up as I cannot raise my head more. "I don't!" He rolls his eyes. What birth is he even? How can people not like spice!! Tasteless creature. He somehow managed to complete his plate and I completed far before him. Let me leave all his dark hidden secrets as hidden. Let me not dig it. If that makes him this worried and upset let it not be digged out.