Novel & Cerita Acotar Spicy Excerpt

“It’s delicious. Very sweet.” “Huh?” Charmine was baffled for a second before she cried out in shock, “Sweet?” She did not add sugar. Why was it sweet? She quickly picked out one to taste. It was spicy! She looked at him blankly. “It’s spicy!” Anthony looked at her lovingly. “My heart is sweet.” Charmine was speechless.

“Kasit, do you really have to get your executive assistant home to cook for you when you have me?” “That’s because he is a great cook, I prefer him… good night Darika, I can’t keep him waiting.” I returned inside locking the door. Narat nagged me and it just made me smile..his cheeks flushed, voice sharp but eyes avoiding mine. At dinner, the food looked so nice and I knew it would taste so good too. I took a bite of the pasta expecting a good taste instead, fire exploded in my mouth. The chili hit like a damn freight train, scorching my tongue, burning down my throat. My eyes watered instantly. I grabbed the glass of water and chugged it like my life depended on it, gulping so fast some spi

Patricia hurriedly handed Hunter a skewer: "Quick, have a taste. You always said the chili here wasn't spicy enough. I ordered it extra hot today; see if this heat level does the trick? If it's not enough, we can ask the boss to add more spice." Spicy? A twitch played at the corner of Hunter's mouth as his hand trembled, taking the grilled skewer but he dared not take a bite. Seeing him not eating, Patricia asked in puzzlement, "Why aren't you eating? Hurry up, it won't taste good once it's cold." A bead of cold sweat slid down Hunter's forehead. Like a soldier facing his doom, he made a major resolution and bit into the skewer, immediately breaking out into a profuse sweat.

Aria's POV After getting discharged, Killian started groveling. He booked out New York's top Michelin-starred restaurant, claiming to treat me as a "friend." "Get him a bowl of plain oatmeal. Make everything else Mexican ghost pepper spicy." I tossed the menu down, ignoring the man across from me. His back wound wasn't even healed. The waiter brought out a table full of blood-red, intensely spicy dishes, trembling. I picked up my fork, cut into a dripping red taco, and took a bite without blinking.

I asked. He laughed. “Who wouldn’t? Remember how much you used to cry even if you accidentally ate a bit of pepper?” I laughed along with him. It was true. My spice tolerance was pretty low, unlike his. Atlas loved spicy food, while I wasn’t a fan. On the other hand, I had a sweet tooth, and he wasn’t very fond of sweets. Our contrasting tastes often made for amusing dinner conversations.

Lena teased. Aaron didn't bite. "Your tacos are here," he said, nodding as the server set the plates down. Lena let it go, diving into her meal. The spicy taco hit hard, making her nose sweat, but she couldn't stop herself—it was just that good. No wonder this place was so popular. Aaron, meanwhile, ate like he was at some five-star restaurant, perfectly calm and composed. The contrast was almost funny. She looked like a human volcano; he looked like he was posing for a magazine.

With a resigned scowl, he picked up the utensils and tried to mimic her technique, swishing a piece of meat in the bubbling broth. The moment he took a bite, his handsome face turned bright red. The searing heat of the spices hit him like a freight train, and he managed to choke out, What kind of hotpot is this? The spiciest one, she said casually, dipping another piece of tripe into the fiery broth. Theo's lips curled into a cold smile. You're really going out of your way to spite me. Bianca finally looked up, her face flushed not from embarrassment but from the heat of the food.

How was she supposed to know whether they were delicious or not? She took a bite of the crab meat. It tasted good. Their chef did a good job at it. Valery had eaten a lot, too. Pregnant women craved for spicy food the most. Zac had been building his immunity against spicy food. He placed a piece of spicy crab in his mouth and yet his face didn't change at all. He didn't gulp down cold water as usual. Seeing this, Hazel gave him a thumbs up. "Very good! Icy guy! You've made progress!"

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

I say, relieved when the waiter returns with a grilled platter of sizzling wings, a dipping sauce, our hot drinks, and a bottle of water. “Thanks.” Marcel says and I find myself admiring him. Was it strange that I wanted to brush my hand down his jaw? His dark chocolate eyes are watching me, and I suddenly feel thirsty. I look away, licking my lips. “So, do you like spicy food? These hot wings they have here are really tasty, and super spicy.” “I actually do. I tend to eat mild food with Corrado, but I do enjoy my spices. I do like eating green chillies by themselves.”