The Hating Game Spice Level Novels & Stories

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

He said. Nx a new and highly addictive drug ten times more expensive than cocaine. " Done" i said and he nods. " Good girl i will send you the location of the shipment and in the meantime my organization's at your disposal" he said. I nod before i turned to leave He called out to me. " Счастливая ночь охоты Ворон" *Happy hunting knight Raven" he said. I nod before i left. Hades pov I leaned back with a sigh after she left messaging my temples. " Are you sure you can trust her" i heard the viper asked as she walked inside the room to stand at my side.

He was not one to be manipulated. Nevertheless, I asked her the question, gently trailing my hands over her freshly weaved dark hair “Why are you crying?” “You are the one who made me cry. I hate you Marie” came the tearful response. There was less fire in her tone but the words were definitely saying her heart, her tears must have drained her of her energy. I thought shaking my head in fake pity. “The feeling is mutual dear. I hate you too” I deadpanned. Her dark eyes glared at me this time, chest heaving, she pulled herself to a standing position. I did the same, straightening my skirt

"They started seeing each other at a young age. Her father has helped Mr. Grayson with his business over the years. They've been together for a while. And she is fond of him, that’s why— I picked up an aged bottle without hesitation. My mother loved wine—used to send me to fetch it for her when she drank too much. "She hates me too," I said quietly, grabbing the glasses, finishing off for Rolly “Because Asher hates me." Rolly didn't argue. That silence told me everything. When we returned to the hall, the tray felt heavier than it should've. Jennifer sat practically on Asher's lap, her fingers tracing his jaw, claiming him openly.

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”

She hated and was annoyed at his possessiveness. The day was too bright and sunny, contrasting perfectly with her mood and the light drizzle of the morning. Gwen hated how beautiful the sky was, how perfect the trees looked, and most of all, she hated the applause from the people as they so easily accepted the news of her engagement to the king. She loathed Alexander for doing as he pleased and making her heart beat with such fervour.

She turned to the camera. "So we heard from Miss Crystal Miller and Mr. Zidane Watson. Mr. Xander Blake cheated on his wife then divorced her. He began a relationship with Miss Crystal and eventually betrayed her for his ex-wife. What a cunning man he's. He doesn't have any morals. And Miss Ariadne Miller killed her own sister's child. How cruel!" Ariadne turned off the television, unable to take it any longer. ..... "Their game is over. We have destroyed their reputation. They will never be able to show their faces to the public again. Haha." Crystal stated, leaning into her office chair.

Now those same eyes stared back at him with hellish hatred, and the crumbs of the old part of him desired to peel off each layer of her resolve and get to the core point of the depth of that hatred. How far could her hatred go? Would she still glare at him like that if he was thrusting into her the exact way she always craved? “Spacing out in the middle of conversations has to be your kink, you loser.” She hissed, tugging at the ropes tied to her wrist, only for her muscles to stiffen when she saw it.

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

the second sister answered, replying to her first sister. "She's more beautiful...ugh ugh," she said, making a face. "Hehe, are you jealous now?" the first sister teased. "of course not" the second sister denied with a straight face. "Haha" "Haha" "Haha" They all burst out laughing. "So are you gonna tell us more about what happened and how you met the devilishly handsome guy?" the second sister asked, clearly curious about it. 'Sigh' she sighed