Booktok Spice Level Novels & Stories

"I can't believe it. If you can handle spicy, why do you have to differentiate the spicy level?" The gray eyes squinted suspiciously. Theo looked at her as if Rose had just told a lie. Clearly their thinking was not on the same page. How could she equate Theo's concept of understanding. "I reduced the spiciness because I was thinking of my baby." Rose replied, popping a spaghetti roll into her mouth. "Is that so? Then, why didn't you think of the same thing when you intended to finish the rest of mine?" Boom. Rose was attacked with a crushing question. How expertly the man with the status of her husband twisted her words. Rose shouldn't have forgotten the facts about Theo and the tricky line

Alex had altered the recipe using the Ultimate Book of Medicine, and its main ingredient was divine beast meat, mixed with heavenly law fruit, Chaos Leaves, Bodhi Tree roots, and dozens of other natural sacred herbs. Such a dumpling was on the same level as a level nine spiritual pill. If they put it out for sale, people would be willing to buy it even if it were a billion dollars. Alex yawned. “Why are you making so many? Just make soup instead. Everyone can just take their portion. It’s the same effect anyway.”

Our spicy shrimp had arrived. So, Sophie grabbed some forks and spoons before she joined us. I ordered two levels of spiciness. Since Austin could not really handle spicy food, I got him the mild one and got Sophie the spicy one. She loved it. I looked at her and said, “Didn’t someone just say they didn’t want to eat?” “Someone? Who?” She laughed. Ugh, Sophie could be so thick-skinned when we were not talking about feelings. But as soon as we brought up relationships, she would get all shy.

Without looking, she took several big gulps, finally soothing the burn. Embarrassed by the situation, Sarah kept her head down, drinking water to cover up her awkwardness. She wasn’t fond of plain water, usually adding lemon for a bit of flavor, but to her surprise, this glass had a subtle hint of lemon. "The citrus helps counter the spice. Feeling better?" Zachary explained. Sarah dismissed it as coincidence: "Steven really doesn't hold back with the spices for his regulars." Her throat still burned. "I should have warned you," Zachary said, placing some butter-poached lobster. "These aren't spicy. They're best with the garlic aioli sauce."

"Uh... Okay. I had a brief conversation with the dispatch rider from orderit.com the other day, so yeah, go on and have a bite." Vada took out the spoon and scooped the food into her mouth, she closed her eyes and savoured the taste of the food and just like she presumed, it was simply exotic. She looked at Liam proudly and nodded towards him as he gave a hearty laughter. "See, I knew you was gonna fold, bonne appetite!" How do you like this book? leave a comment fam😌

“And spicy.” “You should have thought of that before serving me,” she replied coolly. I swallowed hard. I wanted to tell her I hadn’t cooked it that way. But the truth had never mattered here. “Keep drinking,” she ordered. “And stop whining.” I nodded again. Bracing myself, I lifted the bowl and forced myself to drink it all in one go. The spice scorched my tongue and scraped down my throat like fire, my eyes watering as my stomach twisted violently. The salt made nausea rise fast and sharp, and I had to fight the urge to retch.

"This is your survival food? This is just sodium and regret." "It has a long shelf life!" she defended weakly. "And the spicy strips were for a 'Can You Handle the Heat' livestream challenge I was gonna do at the North Pole!" I looked at the beetles. They were inches from Marcus's boots. I looked at the bottle of cheap liquor (56% alcohol by volume). I looked at the spicy strips, which were coated in a red oil that looked radioactive. An idea formed. A stupid, desperate, chemically volatile idea.

Felix stood up immediately and poured her another glass which she seized and drank. “What….” She coughed again. “What is this? Why is this…so spicy?” “Spicy?” Felix looked confused then he turned to the waiter nearby. “Why is this spicy?” The waiter rushed over. “It’s what you ordered for, sir.” “No I didn’t,” he snapped in annoyance. The waiter showed him the order he had chosen through the e-menu. “The dish was ordered with extra chilli oil and cayenne pepper, sir. Level four heat. You selected it yourself on the e-menu.”

And knowing you as well as I do, I imagine it will have been quite a while since my passing before you finally open this letter. "We really did have something beautiful once, and that's why it hurts so much to know you've never loved me. I'm only writing to say one thing—thank you. For seven years, you let me believe in a beautiful dream. Now that it's over, it's time for me to go. Don't waste your time missing me." Conrad read my last note without showing a single flicker of emotion. Then, like a man hell-bent on punishing himself, he pored over the chat records I'd leaked to the paparazzi—reading them once, then twice, then again and again. He drowned in those messages from dusk till dawn.

He wheeled Tina in place and sat across from her. Ben could smell the spices in Tina's food from across the table and knew they'd made it especially strong for her. Just like she liked it. His food barely had any spice heat at all but it did taste very good. They ate in happy silence and Ben loved seeing Tina so content. He wondered how the baby was dealing with the heat of the spices she was consuming.