Bling Hot Sauce Novels & Stories

"It's irritating me." Snorting, she said, "Open your eyes." Opening them, I saw her blank expression. "You're staying with this whole night. Get used to it. More is coming." Before I could gather what she meant, something else was poured from my head. "You hate salsa sauce. Go on, baby, stop me." My lips twitched as she spread it on my chest with an amusing smile. "Now garlic paste. I hate the smell." And all the paste was joined by ginger paste, mayonnaise, chili sauce, mustard sauce, salad dressing, caramel syrup and at the end, whipped cream.

A stream of hot water bursts forth, creating a mist that begins to fill the room. When the bathtub is full enough, he lifts me again and places me in the water. The heat is a delicious shock, a healing agony on my raw flesh. I close my eyes, a barely audible moan escaping my lips. I expect everything. For him to join me. For him to take his due. But he remains dressed. He takes a washcloth, lathers it with a woodsy, lemony-scented product, and begins to wash me.

It says not spicy in bright red marker! She then hands Jonny an identical container and when he drops the lid on the table, I don’t need to read that it says spicy because the smell of the hot pepper is overwhelming! She hands Meme a big white box because all she eats is some kind of rice. Stephany has a beef and broccoli combo and eats the whole thing, egg roll and all!

Gladis said, trying to calm her son. “We have a sample for your convenience to try,” Hank said and placed a few dishes in front of Blake and Susan even a dish of Old Mike BBQ. “Soups, steak, vegetables, and many more dishes can be enhanced with our spice blend. We have a bit of barbeque and believe if it’s added, it will enhance the flavors.” Blake and Susan began to taste the samples before them and, with an agreeing nod, were sold on the product. “The amount I will be needing is within this figure, I wonder if it can be arranged?” Blake asked, handing them a paper with the amount he was willing to purchase after sampling the dishes.

"You know what they say—spicy food's great for stamina. Real helpful for... nighttime cardio." The fryer sizzled as I flipped the sausages, numb. He leaned in, breath hot against my cheek. "Wanna guess why I picked sausage?" I clenched the tongs, jaw tight. He dropped his voice, grinning like a creep. "Nights like these take endurance... and I've got plans." "Your spicy sausage is ready. Want it to-go?" I said, voice cool. "What's the rush?" He reached for my face. "Heard you've got great hands. Came to taste something... else."

My mouth became so watery as I imagined eating them. That must be so delicious. We have order five main dishes. They look so spicy just by seeing it. There are red chillies that makes the soup orange and the smell of spiciness are hitting my nostrils so hard. I look at Zeke and I laughed so hard just by seeing his reaction. He looks so hesitant after seeing the chillies and same as me, I know he can smell the spiciness of them as well. I forked a one slice of meat and dip it into very red chili sauce. It's seed are still visible and it must be extremely hot. My mouth was already filled with spiciness and I like it. I add some more, and more, and more.

asks Alex, his eyes now searching mine as he moves to look over to me, Grant and Tony both momentarily forgotten as he tries to get answers out of me. Struggling to breathe, I instantly hear Tony move to speak up, “Whatever she did, she made the coffee a murky red color, and the minute you took a sip your tongue felt like it was on fire once again.” Bursting into laughter yet again, I struggle with my words as I try to tell them what I did, “I… I.. Mixed… Hot… Sauce… with it” I say yet barely my laughter unbearable as I try to control it.

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.

The fiery heat that burned his tongue must have been enormous because he punched himself into his chest, coughing. "I think we have the winner for Blazing Storm. Chili, ginger, passionfruit, pecans and one snappy vampire." "You're an asshole." I hissed at him, slamming the fork against the table and granting us several curious looks from the neighboring tables. "Yeah, heard that one before. You know what a nice change would be? Something without your bitchy attitude. Something sweet, tender and quiet. You think you can pick such a bite for me? And we will write it on that dumb list as Aiden's Silent Wish."

Raina answered brightly, “Cayenne pepper, Mr. Vexley. You wouldn’t get it—Gale’s body is too weak right now. He needs something nourishing and full of energy. This stuff is perfect.” Cayenne pepper… nourishing? Leif pressed two fingers to his forehead in disbelief. He pointed again, this time at something dark red and slightly charred. “And this?” Raina’s eyes sparkled. “That’s a ghost pepper. Different variety. Different effect. It’s the spiciest one I could find—specially picked for Gale.” ***