Acotar Spicy Excerpt Novels & Stories

"You're not going to be a bother. Let's go." Aaron raised an eyebrow and glanced at Sunny before saying, "Don't mind if I do, then." Sunny frowned. It was obvious he did not welcome him at all. Aaron felt it and decided to have a little fun at Sunny's expense. He moved next to Xante and put his arm around her shoulders. "So what do you want to eat, Xante?" "I feel like having some spicy tacos. What do you think?" Before Aaron could answer, Sunny squeezed between them and said, "I think it's a great idea!"

"I've always preferred the heat." As the meal winds down, the restaurant fills with the boisterous energy of Little Italy, but their table remains an island. Elias repeats the word 'piccante'—spicy—until Mia finally nods in approval. "You have a good ear," she says, her gaze lingering on the planes of his face. "I've been listening to you for months, Mia. I know the cadence of your voice better than my own." The confession is raw, unadorned. It hits her harder than the chili ever could.

Saint says, pointing with the greasy spatula. "Yellow Ferrari Portofino. It’s loud, flashy, and screams sugar daddy’s money." "Perfect," I say, gulping down the rest of my coffee and setting the mug in the sink. I grab the silver case from Tariq. "Let’s go, Butcher. Try not to stretch out the leather seats with your giant ass." Butcher grabs his gear bag, looking like a bear being forced to perform at a circus. "I hate sports cars." The air outside is damp and freezing.

she teased as he handed over cash for yet another item. “Good” he replied simply, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. “You deserve to be spoiled” They stopped at a street-food stall near the edge of the square… brightly colored umbrellas strung with beautiful lights, plastic tables and chairs scattered around a sizzling grill. Charlotte insisted on street food; she wanted the real experience. They ordered poutine loaded with cheese curds and gravy, crispy fish tacos topped with mango salsa, and two cold bottles of local craft beer. They sat close on a shared bench, their thighs touching, shoulders brushing, feeding each other bites between laughter and stolen kisses

I smirked sinisterly. “I know you made that wish of one year to uncle because you were very confident that you won’t fall in love with me, My Sie. But don’t get overconfident, dear. You will be the first one to confess to me. I will charm you and attract you to myself.” Ashton spoke to himself and drove his Lamborghini to his house smiling like an idiot, now that he has finally caught his prey in his love web.

We started with small talk; work, weather, some show she was binge-watching, and sometimes while we were talking we'll hold eye contact for long, and when we've felt we'd held eye contact for long, we'll both flit our eyes away, a smirk on our faces. I loved watching her talk, and not just to listen, but just to watch her pretty lips move. Every time our hands brushed while reaching for the sugar or the napkins, a spark shot up my arm. After taking the last spoon of the well cooked mashed potatoes and downing it with my favorite coffee, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. “This…was soooo good.” She handed me a napkin to clean my mouth and electricity skittered down my spine as our tips

"Enjoy your little victory while it lasts. We'll see who's laughing when you're crawling in shame!" She spat in disgust, stepped right up to me, and shoved me hard. I staggered, lost my balance, and banged my knee hard against the corner of the table. Sharp pain shot through me, bringing tears to my eyes. But Conrad, who'd promised to protect me, just looked the other way and let her do whatever she wanted. I looked down, trying to push back the ache building in my chest. Suddenly, the lights in the banquet hall went dark, unveiling the film's true leading lady.

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Cassandra’s POV The noodle bowl was spicy. It was so hot that my eyes were tearing up on the spot. I was tempted to cry but I forced myself to swallow before glancing at Alaric He was pretty calm, I wondered if he could bear the spice. I just wanted him to give up first then I could laugh at him. So despite my burning mouth, or teary eyes and the fact I could feel the spice on my face I took another bite with the chopstick

" Amanda looked at her daughter with a teasing smile. Mark paused slightly in his motion of taking a gummy candy. Hannah seemed to have eaten quite a few candies today. She couldn't eat cake anymore. Tod wanted to eat spicy strips. He originally wanted to share the burden with his younger sister, but the moment he thought of the taste of the spicy strips, he threw those words to the back of his mind. He tore open a package of spicy strips and started eating. The smell of spicy strips filled the air. Ted's breath hitched, and he moved away with a look of disgust. "Brother, why did you buy spicy strips again? This smell is all artificial." Ted covered his nose with a look of distaste. "One bit