Spice Kitty Novels & Stories

“Really you find that finny.” “Well I mean come on.” She said as she laughed even harder. “There are other terms for the same process as well. However this allows us to cook the chicken all the way through quicker. He have about two more hours of daylight and now this will be dinner maybe in three hours.” Micha said. “So you just remove the spine?” she asked as she looked more closely. But how are you gonna cook that on the fire?” “Sweetheart if you haven’t guessed this place it special.” Micha said with a deep laugh. “We do have some things here. There is a spit rotator of there near the wall of the ridge. We will just put it on that and let it go.”

It wasn't because the room was dirty, but because my mind was playing tricks on me. I just wanted to go home and cry myself to sleep.I dropped the key to the room after changing, then stopped a cab when it occurred to me that my phone wasn't with me. I rushed towards the room I had finished cleaning. It was the only place I could think of. Grabbing the key off the counter, I rushed up the stairs as I couldn't wait for the elevator. Stepping into the room, a musky cilantro scent filled the room. It was heavenly and I could almost taste it. I looked around for my phone when I noticed a dark suit, the tag had an exotic name on it. KADE ASH.

His hands moved fast, eyes shining like he was building a fortress to save the world from mutant invaders. “Then Papi gave me a mission to protect the cats! So Marble’s the gate guard. Pepper’s the shadow soldier. Spaghetti’s the bomb guy. But Spaghetti ate the cable. So Papi fired him!” Erick tried hard not to laugh. “Fired him?” Ash nodded hard. “He ATE THE CABLE!” I slid the pastry tray onto the cooling rack and wiped my hands on my pants. “We’re gonna need employment contracts for these cats if this keeps up,” I muttered to the oven.

Only if Mira can understand she thought. "You know what, I will try and do as you say. He is a guest, I mean he is my guest right? Every guest deserves to be treated nicely." Kitty smiled, then she picked up a meat from the burnt ones "Eeewwwweee bitter" She snaked out her tongue and hurriedly gulp down two glasses of water. "You burnt it." Mira hissed. Suddenly they both heard a knock on the door. And Kitty stood up, arranging her hair and wiping off pieces of burnt meats that rested on the corners of her lips. Then she sucked her lower lips to make it look moisturized a little-her lips were naturally glossy pink lips.

"Sophia's tough. She'll land on her feet. Tell me about your day first. What did you eat? Keeping that body fine for me?' She blushed, remembering his rules, no junk, plenty of protein to build stamina for their marathons in bed. "Salad for lunch, grilled chicken. Dinner was spaghetti, but I didn't eat much. Mom made it, but we talked more than anything." He nodded approvingly. "Good girl. Meetings all day, deals closing, rivals crumbling. But none of it matters like seeing you." His tone shifted, a teasing lilt creeping in. "You look fucking edible in that dress, Kat. Is it new? Were you thinking of me while deciding to wear it?”

In a jiffy, there were delicious meal served before the kids. Jayden and Isabella devoured the food passionately. Lily doesn't let them take this particular type of food cause it's too spicy and since they were little, the doctor had told her the kids were allergic to spicy food so no matter how much the kids begs Lilly to eat spicy food, she doesn't let them. Drake Bell watched the kids happily as the ate the food. He could tell that they liked the food. Then he felt like urinating so he excused himself and went to the toilet.

"So, Kitty, what do you think?" Kitty was as different from her commanding officer as night is from day. She had been born into a prosperous merchant family, attended the academy, and graduated with honors. But, unlike some of her peers, she respected officers like Kairo. "I think they are letting the computers run the show. This latest barrage lacks the kind of finesse that a true well trained artillery officer would toss in. Stuff like backtracking, leapfrogging, and just plain guessing".

She wasn’t going to rush ahead and claim a man that wouldn’t even look her in the eye and tell her what the f*ck was wrong with him now. “ At least, the devil momos escaped from his tyranny, imagine eating a bland momo called a devil.” said Mike sipping on his cocktail “ There is a spicy dish in here?” asked Reyna as she sat up straight, why didn’t he say that before instead? Mike turned to look at her with a sly grin. “ You like spicy?” “ F*ck yes,” said Reyna, her eyes brimming with excitement. “ I love spicy, now where is it?”

His face was mischievous. "I don't know…" "Mm-hmm, let's see. Vanilla?" He laughed. "No way, my kitten's not vanilla. How about mint chocolate chip?" Shasta chewed her lower lip as she tried to suppress a smile. "Ha, mint chocolate chip it is!" Blake smiled happily. "I'll order for you, kitten. I like to do that. I'll get to know your tastes and make the choices, but for now, help me out a little."

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the