Bakukiri Spicy Novels & Stories

But instead of moving away, the engines revved louder, getting closer, making my chest tighten with panic. And then— “Ahhh!!” I screamed in shock. CRASH!! It all happened so fast. I lost my balance, my body hitting the asphalt hard. “Ayu!!” Arum’s scream rang in my ears, her voice thick with panic. ** Note : Seblak – A spicy Indonesian street food from Bandung-Indonesia, made of chewy wet crackers stir-fried with vegetables, eggs, and sometimes chicken or meatballs. It has a strong savory, garlicky, and chili flavor.

Kia asked, puzzled by her husband's choice. Byan glanced at his own plate, feeling slightly baffled by his breakfast selection. Instead of his usual favorite toast or chicken porridge, today he found himself craving something fresh, sour, and spicy. So he’d asked the chef for a plate of fruit and rujak (a traditional fruit salad from Indonesia made from sliced or crushed fruits, mixed with a sauce of peanuts, sugar, tamarind, and chili peppers). "My stomach feels a bit queasy," Byan finally admitted. "I don't think I can handle my usual breakfast, so I'll just have the rujak."

Jayden snatched a small plastic filled with chili sauce from Nara. "Ihkk, you guys. Really like spicy." Ivanka shuddered a bit when she saw the red color of the meatball sauce because there was a lot of chili sauce. "I'm used to eating spicy. In Korea there are also many spicy foods." Reply Jayden. "Tteokbokki?" Ask Nora. "That is, too." Jayden nodded as he cut his large meatball into several small pieces. "Then, what else?" Nara became interested. "Ehhmm...what else, huh? Ahhh, kimchi jiggae, sujebi, spicy ramyeon too." Reply Jayden.

Baihe apologized to the three. “Baihe, take the spices to your table. All you have to do is sprinkle a little on your meal to make it taste as well as ours. Only watch for this one. It’s considered spicy and will burn your mouth if not careful.” Blake said and handed the spices to Baihe to take with her.

“The spiced lamb is my specialty. Sit. I’ll make you a plate.” I sat on a low wooden stool beside the stall, trying to ignore how my cock was already starting to stir. She worked quickly, her body moving with natural confidence; her hips swaying, breasts bouncing lightly with each motion. Every time she turned, I caught glimpses of her smooth, shaved pussy and the soft jiggle of her ass. She handed me a plate piled high with hot lamb, flatbread, roasted vegetables, and a spicy sauce. The first bite was pure heaven. I groaned in pleasure, closing my eyes as the flavors exploded on my tongue.

At that, he smiled victoriously while asking, “Would you like it to be slightly spicy or moderately spicy?” To his surprise, she answered, “I want it to be super spicy.” Heather put on a steely look, though her obstinance was part of her charm. Matthias was surprised, so he tried to confirm with her once more. “Are you sure you want that?” He liked spicy food, and the hotpot was made in authentic Clysedale style, so it was really spicy. Thus, he was worried she wouldn’t be able to take it. “Yeah. I can take spicy food,” she answered adamantly.

Samantha asked. “I tried half of the menu. Tomorrow we shall order the remaining half!” Rebecca said. “Okay! Then I will skip breakfast too! So I will have more space in my stomach,” Samantha said. “Yesh! Then again… they even offer barbecue services. And the Chinese hotpot is their specialty too. Oh… wait… the Indian cuisine Biryani is one of their specialty too. And… desserts! Aww… you just can’t stop having food there,” Rebecca said as she imagined the dishes in her mind.

She clutched the tissue paper in her palm tightly and clenched her jaw. She stood in front of the serving boy and that boy gave a forceful smile to her. "Brother! Give me Biryani", She said and the serving boy nodded his head. [A/N:- Biryani is a dish 'Indian Subcontinent' of rice and lots of spices] That serving boy put Chicken biryani in her plate and Darika started searching for her most favourite piece but found the piece she hated the most. She huffed in annoyance and narrowed her eyes at the boy.

“It’s not that I can’t handle spice. I just wasn’t expecting an Asian meatball to taste like hellfire.” I chuckled. “Asians have a crazy spice tolerance. I once tried that viral ‘fire chicken’ challenge last year. One bite, and I was crying. My stomach hurt for three days.” Alaric looked at me for a second before laughing—a deep, rich sound that echoed at night air. There was a faint flush on his cheeks, though I couldn’t tell if it was from the chili or the laughter itself. Still, he finished the entire skewer without a single complaint.

She shook her hand at me quickly. I said, "Butter chicken, yellow curry, naan bread, malai kofta, and papdi chaat are some of my favorites." Then, I grabbed two bottled Shikanji lemonades from a small cooler at the end of the counter, gave Kaili one, and paid with my credit card. When Aditi was done ringing me up, she hurried to the back of the shop and left us alone in the quiet.