Romans & histoires Spice Booktok

“Thank you so much for telling us.” As the others talk, Laila deftly changing the subject to discuss the spice collection we got her, I conjure a big book that explains all sorts of issues like monthly cycles, how babies are made, male and female biology, relationships – all that. It’s the same book my mom gave me as a girl and which I think Midnight probably desperately needs to read. “What’s that?” Midnight asks, leaning forward to peer at the book as I slip it into a very pretty sparkly purple backpack that I think she’ll like.

She pursed her lips, sighed lightly, then said, "No thanks. I can't handle such a big corporation. I should just stick with running the business my mom left me." Yet, mischief glinted in her eyes as she arched her brows. "I only want you. That's enough for me. After all, having you means owning all these things." Lips curving, Spencer looked at her and sardonically praised her without holding back. "Someone's pretty aware of things, huh?" Lucille picked a random book from the shelf. She'd scanned the area earlier and seen that most of the books in this section were foreign. After casually flipping through the pages, she was shocked to learn it was a book on the historical literature of the A

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Running my fingertips along the spines of the books arranged neatly in rows on the bookshelf brings back so many fond memories. “Oh wow…it’s still here…” I gasped in surprise as my finger traced the spine of a very familiar book. “What is?” Zak asked gently as he came to stand next to me. I quickly covered the spine of the book with both of my hands. “Do you remember…this book?” I asked Zak. Zak let out a small chuckle as he smiled alluringly at me. “Of course. ‘The Double Helix’,” Zak replied without a second thought.

Bima, with his limping leg, stepped toward the Heavenly Spice Flower. He wasn't carrying Indomie. He was carrying the Global Indomie Recipe Book. He knew that to attain purity, he had to show appreciation for purity. He reached the altar. The Heavenly Spice Flower glowed, emitting a gentle aura. The Botanical Zombies roared, several lunging toward Bima, their garden shears glittering. "NOT ON MY WATCH!" Bima screamed. He tore one of the pages out of the Global Indomie Recipe Book. The page displayed the Indomie Balance Attractor Recipe, featuring drawings of flowers and herbs.

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One of the pride members had delivered the food Surrey had cooked half an hour ago, but like they had said, her food was tasteless. Pushing my plate away, I crossed my arms and looked back up at him. “I’m done.” “You barely ate,” Ezra said, frowning down at my half full plate. “It tastes like nothing. There’s not even any salt in it.” His frown deepened. “That’s how food’s supposed to taste.” “No, it’s not.” A thought hit. “Wait, you’ve never had spiced food before?” “What?” “I’ll cook you something,” I told them as I stood. “Can we go into town to get some—?”

I descended the last few steps and approached the island. He pulled out a stool for me, his hand hovering near my waist until I was seated. The smell of the arrabbiata was intoxicating, bright, spicy, and rich. "Eat," he said, hovering over me for a second before taking his own seat. "I put extra chili in. I want to see if you can handle the heat, or if you're just as soft as the tabloids say." I took a bite, the spice hitting the back of my throat instantly. It was searing, painful, and incredible. It forced me to be present. It forced me to feel something other than the hollow ache in my ribs.

“Noted, Miss Olivia. Anything else?” I hesitated, then smiled a little, feeling oddly shy about the last part. “I, uh… I have a guilty pleasure for spicy food. Like really spicy. Especially Korean food. Tteokbokki, ramyeon, kimchi—if it burns, I’ll probably love it.” Her eyes lit up in surprise. “Ah! Very well, miss. I’ll inform the kitchen.” “Thank you,” I said, already climbing the stairs before she could add another polite question.