Novel & Cerita Short Spicy Books

We walked through the busy restaurant to a small table about three-fourths of the way back, where the young man Sandy had spoken to was indeed placing a napkin, menu, and glass of water at a table, which only held a glass of iced tea on the far side. I sat, smoothing my skirt underneath me as I did. Sandy walked around the table and took her spot. "So, have you been here before?" I shook my head. "It hasn't been here that long, but reviews have been good. You?" "A couple times. They do spicy pretty well; it's like being back in Asia." "You lived in Asia?"

he muttered, squinting at the buffering screen. “Or maybe you just don’t know how to use technology,” I shot back, tossing him a fresh bag of chips. The kind he liked—spicy, the ones that made my tongue burn. His grin flashed, that cocky, maddening grin that got him laid more than it should. “You keep buying my favorite brand. Makes me wonder if you’d die without me around.” “Or maybe I like watching you suffer from heartburn,” I said, but my lips curled despite myself.

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

The first volume of Strange Short Stories is now available on as an ebook and physical book! Why should I buy it if I can read for free here? -The book has an extra chapter and illustrations that are not available on other platforms. The book contains corrected and improved versions of all the stories, leading to a whole new reading experience! (I'm sorry to leave you with the old version, but I preferred not to get rid of the originals!) Overall, reading the physical version of a book is always a more rewarding and comfortable experience. With that in mind I decided to publish the physical version of the book for those who feel that way too. Unfortunately, paper and ink are expensive.

she snickered. "Well, I love fantasy, action, thriller and suspense books but those books were different" he spoke with excitement. He liked talking about his favourite books. "Why?" "Is this an interview questions?" he chuckled while she smiled shyly at him. "Answer, maybe I can read it" "ARB101 book is a short story but I love the begin of the book, it started with Whatsapp chat while Adiya Amir is the sweetest of all. The book inspires me a lot" he finished.

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I* at author_shreyasengupta .

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."