Radioapple Spicy Novels & Stories

"Sir, have some when it's hot." "Okay." Matthew frowned, asking doubtfully, "It's hot, isn't it?" "Yeah." Daisy smiled, "It's good to have it when it's hot. You'll feel warm the whole day." "Okay." Taking the glass, Matthew took a sip. He immediately stuck out his tongue, "It's so spicy. What's this? I thought it was honey when you scooped it out from the jar. So it's supposed to be sweet, isn't it?"

''Oh my God, was it that horrible? He held up a finger as he down his glass of wine, then start chugging down mine. ''Are you ok?'' ''Why is it so spicy?'' ''Oh, because I made spicy chicken and broccoli stir-fry.'' I smiled. Jasper gagged. ''I don't normally eat my food with this much kick to it.'' "Sorry.'' Jasper held up a hand. “It's good. Just never expected it to be so spicy." "Are you only saying that to not hurt my feelings?"

I was encompassed by an all-pervading smell, of dark chocolate and nutmeg, of pine and dewy grass. Mate. Misha was ecstatic, but I couldn’t allow myself to embrace this now, even if he felt the same. What was it about males whose names began with ‘J’ and bad timing? “Is the Alpha coming?” I managed, sticking to my cover story. “Salted caramel, with a hint of ginger and,” he sniffed the air. “Apples. Red ones to be precise.” Oh no. That bit about the apples rocked me. Was I on Alpha Kane’s radar as well?

Now, don't ask me about Jason because thinking about it makes me really want to go for that mental evaluation. "Hi, soon-to-be champions!" Rosalie greeted us, passing by to get something from the spice cabinet. "Hey, Rosa," Todd and I chorused. "Now come here, little ones!" she said dramatically, waving her hand over the pie set on the counter. "Have a taste of my pie and tell me in all honesty what you think." I sighed, stepped forward with Todd, and proceeded to have a bite of the pie. "Too much apple, but perfect texture," I said.

Célia The robe is now wide open on me, held only by my position and his. The fire caresses my bare skin. His fingers, free between bites, trace paths on my sternum, around a breast without ever touching it directly, making it tremble with anticipation. — The strawberries, he says finally, his voice hoarse with contained desire. He takes a perfect red strawberry, dips it lightly in the bowl of fresh cream. He brings it to my mouth. I bite. The fruit is sweet, tart, the cream rich. Juice runs down my chin.

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.

Troy sat up and yawned. "Thanks. I would have slept right through." "You sleep a lot." "Medicine. Don't they give you medicine?" He shrugged. "Anti-depressants. But I've been on those for years." He handed him an apple. "I thought you might be hungry so brought you this." "Thanks." He said gratefully and then took a big bite. He was a little hungry now, but wouldn't have any trouble waiting until dinner time before eating a full meal. There had been many a time that'd he'd gone days without good food.

he told him. “This is the reason why you have to change locations when changing back to a guy.” Rai said and rolled his eyes at Shane. Shane’s face turned black. Before he could curse at Rai, Spade spoke to stop their bickering. “We came here to tell you something.” Spade spoke. Shane started and recalled that the two really purposely found him. “What is it?” he asked. It must be something urgent. And it really is. “I found out that eating apples decreases the time that you are a guy.” Spade answered.

The entire kitchen smells like warm apple pie, and I lick my lips, seeing the vanilla sauce dripping from it. I immediately dig in, stopping to lift a questioning brow at Daria when I notice she isn't eating. "I'm not much for apples and cinnamon these days. I can no longer enjoy the sugary flavor of sweets that I once found addicting," Daria explains to me in a quiet voice. "The chemotherapy seems to have changed my taste buds, which sucks." I give her a pained smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that." "Yeah, it's sad, but at least there is more pie for you."

I knew if he was pushing, it was important, whatever it was. As we are running, I keep picking up faint traces of spices. I recognize the spices from my sister Amelie’s baking. One of them is clove; she makes an awesome cinnamon and clove apple pie. I think the other one is cardamon. It stands out because she makes this chi spice coffee cake and the cardamon always smells so good. The two scents together are making me hungry. I don’t know if it’s the smell of the forest; for some reason, the scent makes me happy. There’re other scents mixed in something sickly sweet-smelling, and the other I’ve never smelt before, it’s faint, but it makes me want to know what it is.