Is Rival Darling Spicy Novels & Stories

His dark hair and grey eyes bore down intimidatingly on the cashier as he glanced at the menu in dead silence. Aqua placed her order perfectly, but Dawn had reservations about her decision. Although the hot sauce used in spicy tacos differed from wasabi in sushi, the mermaid wasn’t known to have a very high tolerance for capsaicin due to her bland diet under the sea. Unlike humans, spices weren’t readily available in the ocean, and merfolks did not have the luxury of cooking. Although he wasn’t a personal fan of overly spicy food, everyone in the Daniels famiglia had long built up resistance to spice because of Ricardo. The adviser has an unhealthy love for extremely spicy food that everyone

She wasn’t going to rush ahead and claim a man that wouldn’t even look her in the eye and tell her what the f*ck was wrong with him now. “ At least, the devil momos escaped from his tyranny, imagine eating a bland momo called a devil.” said Mike sipping on his cocktail “ There is a spicy dish in here?” asked Reyna as she sat up straight, why didn’t he say that before instead? Mike turned to look at her with a sly grin. “ You like spicy?” “ F*ck yes,” said Reyna, her eyes brimming with excitement. “ I love spicy, now where is it?”

Ashriel was an omega, and he wasn’t in pain. He was in heat.

It was already evening, and the warm light outside slowly turned orange, and the day had felt unusually long but fun. Charlotte had spent the entire day at the tattoo and piercing shop *Ink Haven* with her friends. Ink Haven was cool, cozy and just a few customers were still around since it was already evening. The place smelled like ink, disinfectant, leather, and the faint smell of cinnamon rolls Daren was munching on. Which he always bought from More Bites.

“And you liked it, didn’t you, darling?” Her fiery gaze from when she arrived pins me, “Don’t call me that i am nobody’s darling.” “You’re wrong, Mirabelle.” I shake my head. “You’re your stepbrother’s darling and you love that don’t you?” “Get out,” she snarls, pulling her shirt down. “You got your way.” My way?

He was reminded of his assistant's words during his wedding, and he called his assistant right away. "About the news story you told me about that day, I want to read it!" He still refused to believe that I would leave him to marry someone else. I had told him before that I would never return to Napleo, and he did not think I would ever lie to him. Eric's assistant searched for the news for a long time. He had to tell Eric the bad news that it was gone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foreman. That news can no longer be found. Someone must have put a stop to the news trending online, but I remember it was a marriage alliance between two mafia families. The bride is the pampered little princess of the Elderon

“I think this secretary will fall for our trap and become a traitor within Radiant Treasures.” Mr. Harrington, the CEO of Glimmering Vision, a less popular jewelry company in the city, harbored a deep-seated hatred for the CEO of Radiant Treasures. Their rivalry dated back to their university days when Mr. Sterling had stolen Harrington’s girlfriend, who later became his wife. The bitterness of that betrayal had never faded, and now their competition had shifted from personal to professional. “It’s a small world, isn’t it?” Mr. Harrington mused. “We were once rivals for a woman’s affection, and now we’re rivals in business.”

Elara The door of the Velvet Sin closes behind me with a dull click, muffled by the heavy bass beat vibrating the floor beneath my stiletto heels. Two minutes. Two damn minutes late, and already, I feel their gaze on me, his gaze above all. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of sweat, leather, and that sickeningly sweet cheap perfume the submissives spray on themselves before getting on all fours. The dim lights, blood red and electric purple, draw shifting shadows over the packed bodies, some already naked, others still clad in latex or lace, waiting their turn. I don't have time to adjust my dress—a piece of black silk slit to the hip, barely held by a studded leather belt—when his han

Early the next morning, I went to the office. Once I had wiped out all the source code files, I dropped the divorce papers and the share transfer agreement onto Jessica's desk. Then, I went straight back to the villa to pack my bags. As I opened a drawer to grab my documents, I froze. Tucked at the very back was a set of matching shirts. And embroidered on the collars were the initials "JT and RP". Those were Jessica and Ronald's initials, and the shirts were from a limited-edition collector's series released eight years ago.

That was all the permission I needed. I crashed my mouth down on hers, hard and demanding, backing her against the suite door. The hallway was quiet, the chaos from the main deck a distant hum. She tasted like whiskey and salt from her tears, and beneath that, something sweet and addictive. My hand gripped her waist, sliding down to her hip as I pressed my body into hers. What the hell are you doing, Aaron? I thought to myself. I had come to this yacht tonight for one reason only—to watch my rivals make a spectacle of themselves. Laurent Holdings was getting too bold, and the Stones family was the perfect weak link I planned to exploit.