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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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Isabella Starling
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English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B0854LF8TQ
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Once upon a time, there was a girl. She hid secrets and scars behind a blinding smile. Until I decided to confiscate that smile, watch it, trap it, own it.
She calls it an obsession, a madness, but she’s seen nothing. The moment I noticed her, her fate was sealed.
Then she became a key player in my unhinged game. Once upon a time, there was a girl, a liar, a fraud. Mine.
This is book is a dark stalker romance and contains dubious scenes.
He Hates Me Not is the second part of a duet and is NOT a standalone.
Books in Series:

Hate & Love Duet Series by Isabella Starling
Books by Author:

Isabella Starling


Playlist

Tag, You’re It - Melanie Martinez

They Don’t Want What We Want - Asking Alexandria

Killer In The Mirror - Set It Off

Godsent - Smash Into Pieces

Despicable - grandson

Destroy Me - grandson

Thoughts & Prayers - grandson

Believer - Imagine Dragons

Demons - Imagine Dragons

Walking The Wire - Imagine Dragons

Break My Baby - KALEO

Mindreader - A Day To Remember

Lonely - Palaye Royale

Heat Seeker - Dreamers & grandson

Plasticine Dreams - Boston Manor

Roses - Stand Atlantic

Sometimes - Kodaline

Cold - The Coronas

You And I - Barns Courtney

Straight to My Head - You Me At Six

You can find the playlist on Spotify.

1

Jasper

The chase is thrilling.

The decimation of the human mind, turning them into creatures of survival just to repeat it all over again isn’t only euphoric but also a turn on.

It’s a play of cat and mouse, or rather of predator and prey. People don’t realize they’re done for even when a predator is on their tail.

The adrenaline keeps them high and mighty; it tells them things that will never happen like maybe they’ll survive, maybe the nightmare will be over.

It won’t.

The adrenaline is a false sense of hope, one last hurrah before everything crashes down.

Hope is brutal, that way.

Hope is one of the reasons why the human mind can take so much torture in the span of hours or days.

Twirling the remote in my fingers, I stalk up to where Petal has disappeared behind the trees. If she wasn’t so clueless about her sensual world, she would’ve realized she left footprints behind in the black soil. Her tiny feet are etched in the ground like tattletales and I easily follow them. Tracking has always been one of my fun activities. Humans leave a lot of trails behind, and it’s usually the reason for their doom.

I’ve learned early on to never be blindsided, even by my own self.

It was the only way to survive.

The sky has turned dark red and soon, the night will take claim in the calm Sicilian countryside.

This was my family’s house in Italy. There’s a winery in the distance — it’s a vast field of grapes for the best wine produced not only in Italy, but in the whole of Europe.

Small bursts of memories started coming back to me after the chat I had with Enzo Morelli on the way here. My father, Francesco Vitallio, was slowly steering clear from the shady mafia activity and decided to settle back in Sicily for good.

He was wrapping up the family business in the States. My mother was singing joyfully, reminding me that we’ll go back to our home and lands. My nonna was telling me stories about my late nonno and how they loved the land, the air, the people.

Those were my most joyful memories.

Until Costas wiped them from the face of the earth.

Along with my entire family, my mama, my nonna, my baby sister. They’re all gone, and my form of revenge? Working for their killer.

I briefly close my eyes at the onslaught of emotions and fragments of memories.

Lucio and Paolo will pay in blood. Every last Costa will — starting with my little Petal who thinks she can escape me.

I hit the button on the remote, shocking her by the collar around her neck. A slight yelp comes from my right before it’s quickly muffled.

I smirk, imagining her wrapping her tiny hands around her mouth to hide her presence. What she doesn’t know is that a slight sound is all I need to track her down.

She’s naked, barefoot, in an unfamiliar place, with an electric collar around her throat. She’s at her most vulnerable state, and if she thinks she’ll escape me, then maybe my little Petal doesn’t know me so well after all.

“Pet…” I drawl, making her aware of my position. “Are you running? Hiding?”

There’s a small rustle. She was probably lurking behind a tree but after hearing my voice, she ran for it again.

My poor little Petal doesn’t know that not only her fate, but her entire life was sealed.

Joseph or Georgina — or whatever the fuck her name is — is my first step in my revenge against the Costa clan.

I’ll extract every death out of her flesh and then theirs.

Only, that’s not the reason behind my rock-hard cock — it’s the fact that she’s not only mine but she’s also at my complete mercy.

She’s mine to ruin, own, and fuck senseless without the outside world’s interference.

If this isn’t her wildest fantasy coming true, I don’t know what is.

Is it more than what she signed up for? Yes. Do I fucking care? No.

We played house in her apartment, so it’s time to play fucking house under my turf.

“You better run, Pet. If I catch you, it’s game over.” My voice echoes in the eerie silence of the forest surrounding the winery and the olive trees field in the opposite direction.

My nonno had this forest as a form of camouflage against the outside world. It was made to shield our extended families, the farmers who worked for us, the people who had our protection.


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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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ISBN/ ASIN:
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Once upon a time, there was a monster. When the night falls, he comes out to harvest souls. He’s silent and invisible —no one notices when he strikes then retreats to the shadows.
Our paths shouldn’t have crossed, but they do. One day he sees me. Then he can’t unsee me.
Once upon a time, there was a monster, a killer, a devil. My stalker.
This is book is a dark stalker romance and contains dubious scenes.
He Hates Me is part of a duet and is NOT standalone. The entire duet will be released two weeks apart.
Books in Series:

Hate & Love Duet Series by Isabella Starling
Books by Author:

Isabella Starling Books


Playlists

Jasper’s Playlist – Rina Kent

Mr. Sandman – SYML

Can’t Help Falling In Love – Tommee Profitt & Brooke

Violence and Spiders – SAINT PHNX

Animals – Maroon 5

Shiver – Coldplay

An Unhealthy Obsession – The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

Animal – Chase Holdelder

You Are So Beautiful – Tommee Profitt & Brooke

Another Way Out – Hollywood Undead

Without You – Lana Del Rey

Paranoid – I Prevail

Control – Halsey

Sucker For Pain – Lil Wayne & Wiz Khalifa

Savage – Bahari

Nothing Is As It Seems – Hidden Citizens & Ruelle

No Light, No Light – Florence & The Machine

Bones – Equinox

Silver Lining – Hurts

Forever – ALEKSEEV

Beautiful Killer – Madonna

Criminal – Grief Hit

The Haunting – Set It Off

Seven Devils – Florence & The Machine

Dark In My Imagination – of Verona

Until Eternity – Blackbriar

Beast – Mia Martina

Cradles – Sub Urban

Animal Impulses – IAMX

You Don’t Know Me – Son Lux

I Can’t Decide – Scissor Sisters

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Georgina’s Playlist – Isabella Starling

Someone I Wanted To Be – Francis Novotny

Oh My God – Alec Benjamin

Always – Gavin James

Here Comes A Feeling – Louis The Child, Naomi Wild & Couros

Fresh Air – Goosetaf & Timothy Infinite

Valkyrie – Tritonal

Reminds Me – Kim Petras

Whoa – Snoh Aalegra & Pharrell Williams

Cold – Boy in Space

Hurts – Steve James, TELYKast & Jordan Shaw

Have You Ever Been in Love – XYLO

The World – TeZATalks

Forget – Shallou

Mona Lisa – Terror Jr & Total Ape

Honeymoon Fades – Sabrina Carpenter

Copy Cat – Melanie Martinz & Tierra Chack

Nice Things – Far East Movement, Henry & AlunaGeorge

If We Never Met – John K & Sigala

No Time To Die – Billie Eilish

At Night – 3LAU, Shaun Frank & Grabbitz

Runnin’ – MOONZz

How to Sleep – EDEN

I Want It All – Casoer Cole, Elderbrook & Route 94

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1

Jasper

I have one rule: no rules.

Rules are for losers who think the world needs order, then hire men like me to disrupt that order.

The hypocrisy of mankind is both interesting and repulsive.

“Last chance, Serrano.” I stand over the heap of flesh and bones. The blood runs in rivulets across the asphalt, leaving a deep trail in its wake.

Metal smell soaks the air and I would usually let it fill my lungs. People are addicted to inhaling drugs, I’m more engrossed in the smell of life leaving someone’s body and the blood abandoning their veins.

Twirling the knife in my hand, I gulp in air, filling my lungs with...piss.

The motherfucker pissed himself, ruining my bloodfest ceremony. He just had to be a fun-ruiner until the very end.

Time to wrap this clusterfuck up.

Lowering myself to my haunches, I point the tip of my bloodied knife at his half-carved cheek. There’s something about ruining people’s faces, disfiguring them, making them as imperfect as their sombre little souls.

Like Serrano here. He acts like a good little accountant but is in fact the greatest scum of them all.

He tried to fight, I give him that, but it’s futile, isn’t it?

Judging by his two broken legs and the blood dripping from his arms, chest, and face, he didn’t have a chance. I would’ve told him that, but I might have wanted the fight.

“Ser,” I tsk, drawing my knife down his cheek. “Didn’t they teach you in Harvard that a dog can’t steal from his master?”

“P-please, Jasper…” he gurgles. Chocking on one’s own fluid is a curious sound, almost as satisfying as the screams. Almost.

“They should’ve also taught you not to beg your grim reaper.” I cock my head down. “Spoiler alert, it never works.”

“L-let me talk to Costa, I-I—”

“Ser, Ser, you’re kind of an idiot, aren’t you? Not only do you steal from Costa, but you also think he has the time to talk to a thief?”

The pleading, pathetic look leaves his middle-aged face and deep darkness shines beneath.

The moment they realize they’re done for and should show their true colors is one of my favorite moments. It’s when they’re at their truest form. The decimation of the human mind, screwing it up, fucking it over, is what I live for.

From his position on the ground, on his stomach, both his hands bound behind his back, Serrano lifts his bloodied face to snarl at me. “Is that why he sent his animal?”

I grin, the first actual emotion I showed him since we started our torture fest. Serrano thinks it’s an insult, but Serrano has always been a fucking idiot, good with numbers, useless with people.

“Exactly.” I lift the knife, letting the blood droplets fall on his non-swollen eye. “An animal is only worth an animal, don’t you think?”

He blinks against the drip but doesn’t change his stance. “A-always the dog, never the master, Jasper.”

“Riddle me this, Ser, isn’t the dog the one who gets the most fun from the hunt?”

“That’s w-what all dogs think.”

This is getting boring, with the smell of piss, it’s becoming irritating, too. I stab my knife into his shoulder, and Serrano wails like a schoolgirl. “This is your last chance to tell me where the money is before I pay a visit to your wife and daughter. I’m curious to see how long I have to carve them up, dog style.”


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