Booktok Spice Level Novels & Stories

With a sinister smile and two, HE gladly replies. “Well then. Just who are you suggesting to be the spice without disrupting the flow of fate that I already wrote into everyone’s lives?” A bit of a dangerous dare that HE knew that is difficult to do. Yet HE trusted the Mistress to comply for such a criterion in choosing the perfect spice to open the book of the next stage. “Remember that the spice I needed is someone whose sin is as pure as black. With the Yang that is pure as white. I want someone who is pure and true, with the other half of its pure darkness.”

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

With exaggerated apprehension, Alex scooped up a very small bite and tried it. It was surprisingly good. Very, very spicy, but otherwise good. And there were actually vegetables in it too, he discovered, though they were hard to taste beneath the overwhelming burn of the chilis. He wasn't actually sure he would have any taste buds left when he finished. "At least you didn't put any chilis in the Adom portion," Alex said, teasing. Which made Adom nod his head. Ashly scoffed at him. "Of course not," she said imperiously. "He's seven."

I could feel my nipples tightening from the cool air and the intensity rolling off him in waves. My mind screamed danger, but my body… God, my body was reacting like a traitor, heat rushing through me. “Let go of me,” I whispered, but it came out breathier than I wanted. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough and calloused. For a split second his eyes darkened, dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. “You’ve got fire. Good. You’re gonna need it here.” One of the other bikers laughed from the corner. “She’s shaking like a leaf, Prez. Maybe she needs warming up.”

"There's a spot on the top floor that's supposed to be amazing. But quick question - can you actually handle spice?" "I'm down to try." Just a few words, but that stubborn fire in Cassandra's eyes flared up fast. Seraphina hadn't expected that - the jab was mostly playful. Still, if Cassandra wanted to play hardball. She brought her to a restaurant infamous for its 'melt-your-face' level spice. Something in Seraphina's alpha instincts stirred - darkly amused - as she pointed out the hottest items, the ones marked with triple chili warnings. Watching Cassandra gasp, down water like her life depended on it, her lips and eyelids turning red and puffy, gave Seraphina a strange, quiet thrill. I

"She also doesn't really understand spicy. She took out the seeds. Who does that?" I laughed and pulled one out of the container, taking a bite. "They're still really good. But yeah, not very spicy." "Probably better for me anyway. That wolfsbane has thrown me off completely. One thing too spicy and I'm puking blood." I gave him a soft rub on the back, and he gave me a sweet smile. We sat together like that, nibbling at the poppers, waiting for time to tick by. It was actually really nice and comfortable—like sitting with a best friend I'd known forever.

She slurped that thing down like it was a cup of jello and not the plate of inferno that it was. "Are you ok?" I ask, finally getting back my ability of speech. She gives me a thumb up, her lips still wrapped around the carton of milk. Her lips leave the mouth of the milk with a pop. "What was in that shit? Hellfire?" I fumble through the dustbin, fishing out the empty pack and reading the back. Manufactured by... Blah blah blah. My face blanches as I go over the line I just skimmed past, making sure I read it correctly. "It is considered one of the hottest noodles ever. A raging ball of fire. Advisable not to use all the pack of flavor in it." I let it slip through my fingers and back into

“Did you understand what she said?” He raised an eyebrow. “Did you?” I shook my head with a sheepish smile. He chuckled as we walked over to an empty table and sat down. “Alright,” he said, picking up a piece with a toothpick, “Say ‘ahhh.’” He opened his mouth wide like a kid, making me giggle. I followed his lead, and he fed me a piece of the tteokbokki. The moment it hit my tongue, I froze. “AAAAH! IT’S SO SPICY!”

That worked for her. They got through the 30-day contract quickly. Barnes found Stern's language painfully straightforward and direct but it passed Crux's review so he signed without any changes, as did Sam. The money was wired as scheduled and acknowledged, then the pre-ordered meal was delivered. Sam had seared shrimp prepared "with Goa spices," which were unique and fragrant. They smelled alive in a way. The spices appeared to include exotic flowers, possibly with insects, but Barnes dared not inquire. Barnes had ordered his thick steak very rare, and said "hold the salad, and anything else that was planted." He said to Sam, "By skipping the potato it becomes a heart-healthy protein meal.

She thought for a while before she answered, “How about noodles?” “No,” I immediately refused. “Just a little?” She looked at me with doe eyes. “This wouldn’t work, Wife,” I stayed firm. I would give her anything she wanted, but spice? At this time? Not a chance! She was craving taste, but it could trigger heartburn and acidity issues. I couldn’t afford for her to be in any pain or complications, considering she had lost one of our children. If God forbid anything happened to another child, I wouldn’t be able to face her. “I would make your favourites, okay. Just not spice.”