Is Rival Darling Spicy Novels & Stories

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

Those guys know how to keep everyone happy. “Oh I could go spicy, but I don’t think that’s wise while you guys are healing.” Avalon spoke up before anyone said anything. Asrar agreed with her, he could go for some spicy Indian food. “Well I’m good with anything.” Ryan happily smiled though his heart broke for his mate. He caught Rosalie's eyes and smiled. He knew if there was anything she felt the same. ‘Could you pick up something spicy Indian food for Asrar and Avalon. They both want spicy and maybe some spaghetti for me and Ryan. I have a craving for that with meatballs.’ Rosalie messaged back. Asrar kissed her cheek.

he asked. At the exact same time, we both answered, “White rice and peas.” I blinked before laughing. “If you already knew what I wanted, why did you even ask?” He smiled. “I just wanted to prove how well I know you.” “No, you don’t.” “Oh really?” “Really.” “Fine.” He leaned back with a confident grin. “Test me.” “My favorite drink.” “Coke.” “My favorite breakfast.” “Scrambled eggs with juice.” “My favorite color.”

The abundance of choices felt overwhelming and intoxicating. "I don't even know what I like anymore," she admitted, the confession slipping out before she could stop it. Clara's expression softened. "Then let's find out. We'll order three appetizers, two entrees, and share everything. A tasting menu of your new life." The champagne arrived first—real champagne, not the sparkling wine Angela had grown accustomed to pretending was adequate. As Clara raised her glass, Angela felt a complex mix of emotions swirling in her chest like storm clouds.

Not even like an enemy. Like I was a piece he wanted to move on his board. And I hated that more than anything. Because it meant he wasn’t done with us. Not by a long shot. A little Cliffhanger cuties😉: Later that night, as Rival finally closes her eyes, she hears it again — three slow, deliberate taps and rival angrily stands up to go check.... muttering to herself, whatever this bastard came for it better be good.

“Why don’t you guys get a room?” Asia said, sneering at Abigail and Corey who had been flirting with each other ever since we sat here. “We love an audience, don’t we baby?” Abigail replied before giving Corey a quick kiss on his cheek and he nodded absentmindedly, his attention being on Abigail’s fingers which were running through his hair. “Who would want to go through such excruciating experience, ” Dia mumbled with disgust on her face as she settled down beside me. “I wouldn’t even wish that on my worst enemy”

As if that explains it all. “Oh god,” I mutter, burying my sweaty face in a doll. “Jax has all kinds,” she continues, totally unfazed. “Red ones, silver ones, and glow-in-the-dark ones.” She taps her finger to her lips as if thinking about it. “Ripped, ribbed, dotted, fruity, spicy —” she adds proudly. “I don’t know what spicy means, but it sounds dangerous. One’s camouflaged, another’s got tiger stripes. Not joking.”

“In our last lives, we were both losers. Now that we’ve been given another chance, don’t you want to live differently?” Her eyes locked onto mine. The intensity in her eyes made her words strangely convincing. Almost unconsciously, I asked, “Then what should I do?” “Form an alliance with me. But first, you’ll need a new identity.” “What identity?” “Be my fiancé.”

"Use me, use me as your play thing." Leaning forward, I lick the fluid off his tip, my eyes rolling back at the burst of his flavor on my tongue. It's salty with the slightest edge of bitterness. I immediately lap up more like I'm savoring the flavor profile of a fine wine. It's not enough though, I need more. "You like it sunflower," Brandon says, his voice low, husky, and with an edge of surprised curiosity. "You think sucking my dick is going to make it all better, but it won't. I will still punish you for allowing someone touch what is mine"