One Last Stop Spicy Novels & Stories

It loomed alone against the night sky, no lights, just a dark, hulking shape crouched in the darkness. It was the place I had decided on. The most fitting place for it all to end. The cuts on my palms had already scabbed over, but I could not stop myself from picking at the edges. The scab tore free and fresh blood beaded to the surface, sticky on my fingertips, carrying a faint copper smell. It was fine. Just a little longer. I just had to hold on a little longer, and it would all be over. I would never have to go back to that hell.

“Mom, I am giving you one last chance. Stop the car.” Morgan hung up. She told me to pull out the SIM card and throw it out the window. “Hold on tight.” She turned her head and looked at me with a deep, steady gaze. “Mira, I have not done much good in this life. Let this be the one good thing.” The engine let out a rough roar. Morgan pressed the gas pedal to the floor. The battered sedan shook as it surged forward. In the rearview mirror, the black SUV suddenly accelerated and closed in behind us.

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

I lifted my chin and look at him with confidence. He sighed. "O-Okay," My smiled got wider. "Yes! And go!" I confidently eat the medium spicy chicken, I know I will. But— I was totally shocked when he finished all the bowls like his mouth never tasted a sting of chilly. He crossed his arms and smirked at me. I looked at my bowl, I can't finish the demon spicy chicken, it's too much for me to handle. I drank my ice tea and rolled my eyes. ~~ After the eating competition we had, I decided to stop the car at the side of the road where the sea is completely seen. The heat wasn't that much to make our skins sting, the air breeze is warm and refreshing.

Ricardo Tucci suffered from severe prosopagnosia, constantly mistaking me for my best friend, Ella Henderson. At an antique auction, he won the gem brooch I had coveted for years, only to hand the box to Ella. When I pointed out his mistake, he merely shrugged it off. "It's just a piece of jewelry. Since it suits her, she can keep it." At an exclusive gala, Ricardo walked down the red carpet with Ella on his arm, while I, his actual fiancée, was stopped at the doors, left to endure the humiliating stares of high society. Afterward, his excuse was as careless as ever. "My face blindness got in the way again. Sorry you had to deal with that." On my birthday, he promised to drive us to o

After hearing that Elara and I had broken up, my business partner, Julian Hart, laughed and said we should celebrate. We sat at a roadside taco stand, eating tacos and drinking beer. After several rounds, he slung an arm around my shoulders. "Congratulations. You got out of an unhealthy relationship." I gave a bitter smile and clinked my bottle against his. "Even you could tell?" He clicked his tongue. "Anyone with eyes could tell. You were the only one too close to see it."

FILM SHOW May 26, 2021 ZACK "This will be the last," I murmured firmly as I gritted my teeth into him, my gaze fixed on his. I blinked before returning my focus to the fragments of his photograph. "And these? And all of these?" I paused. "If you think you can trick me for the second time, you've failed," I sneered. As I watched the rage cross his face again, I narrowed my eyes at him. He looks like he's about to erupt at any minute.

I guess I can predict what comes next or read human behavior. “You must be hungry and thirsty. I don’t have much.” He comes back carrying a takeout plastic bag. He places it on the empty chair. I can smell the french fries, and my stomach grumbles. He chuckles because he thinks it’s funny. All my love for him is all long gone. If I can only release my hand from these handcuffs, I will kill him myself and strangle him from behind.

' … I leaned against the car window, silently watching the scenery rush past outside as I considered how I would leave this world. At last, Luna noticed something was wrong. "Is there something about the wedding arrangements you don't like?" she asked cautiously. After a moment, I finally spoke. "Why didn't you choose the liquor-filled chocolates I like?" The first time I ever tasted liquor-filled chocolates, I had shared them with Luna. "I've decided something. When we get married, we have to have liquor-filled chocolates at the wedding. The flavor is really special." She had nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay."

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.