Spice Kitty Novels & Stories

She said: Léon, cooking is the only alchemy that doesn't lie. Her words resonate strangely tonight. The only alchemy that doesn't lie. I slice the mushrooms into thin, even strips. The blade glides effortlessly. Butter melts in the pan, crackles softly. A nutty smell fills the room. — You know how to make pasta? Her voice makes me turn my head. She's leaning against the doorframe, wearing one of my shirts white, silk. It's too big for her, the sleeves rolled to her elbows. Her legs are bare. She's tied her hair in a messy bun, a few stray strands falling on her neck.

Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

"Enjoy your little victory while it lasts. We'll see who's laughing when you're crawling in shame!" She spat in disgust, stepped right up to me, and shoved me hard. I staggered, lost my balance, and banged my knee hard against the corner of the table. Sharp pain shot through me, bringing tears to my eyes. But Conrad, who'd promised to protect me, just looked the other way and let her do whatever she wanted. I looked down, trying to push back the ache building in my chest. Suddenly, the lights in the banquet hall went dark, unveiling the film's true leading lady.

“You look like an angry cat.” “Excuse me?!” His smile fades. “Was that the wrong thing to say?” “I’m not a cat.” “I didn’t say you were. I only meant—” “Just eat,” I say tightly. He plucks out a potato and chews it. After a few minutes, he says, “Food is different here.” “It’s the spices,” I reply shortly, crossing my arms over my chest and trying not to watch him eat.

They all ordered food and ate while making small talks among themselves, Spade looked around and he realized he had everything he never thought he would have, he always thought he'd end up alone, with the exception of Matteo of course, but now he had family, he had friends and it made a smile spread across his face It was now time for the cake, it was wheeled out and it was very beautiful, Spade had never been one to admire things like this, but he couldn't help but admire the cake Nate had made for him, it was exactly the same dusty brown color of Nate's eyes "Happy birthday to you" they all started singing and he groaned out and smiled "Seriously guys, is the whole singing thing necessary"

my baby started and I in my head I was sure she'd name it something similar to kitty, cat, cookie, something easy. "Yes?" I say waiting patiently for her to come up with a name. "Tiger!" she says excitedly, picking the cat up and hugging it, and then it all clicked the orange tabby wasn't just a normal cat, small enough to be one sure, but it's a tiger, an animal that doesn't exist anymore, and if I remember correctly, they are the kings of the jungle more powerful than a lion ever been. "How did you know?" I asked Katie, I couldn't even remember the name of the animal and she was one of the generation after the nuclear disaster.

The next thing she had were jalapeno poppers, it was more spicy than she expected so the guy next to her offered a drink which she politely refused. Mostly because the K-dramas she had watched didn’t suffice to make her rise to the occasion. She was stuck giving foolish and uncoordinated responses. They guy on the other hand struggled to speak English. It sounded very funny to her, she couldn’t hold her laughter. He got flushed and felt embarrassed so he dismissed her curtly. After the spice from her food had kicked in she pulled a drink from the first tray she found. It was an aviation, the pink colour was oddly attractive. She got a glass down then had another one. Catherine struggled to m

Saba stared at her almost dislocated shoulder, she took the pain relief gel from the tube and started applying it. “why do I have such weird sleeping habits?” She murmured, mad at herself, she slid the black full-sleeved top over her head and fixed her hair once again, applying a lot of ketchup on the roti (tortilla) she made. Looking around, she closed her eyes and licked her fingers full of ketchup, smiling to herself she cleaned her fingers with the tissue, taking the roti roll with her she held her books and her sling bag on her shoulder.

“Just the spices, first. I will deal with the others, kitten. I don't want you to get tired.” “I won't be. This is no big deal, okay? What will you cook tonight? Make sure it's delicious and satisfying, okay?” “I'm thinking of a spicy tuna rice bowl. You liked rice, kitten. I noticed that's why I chose it.” He was that observant of me? I returned his grin. “And spicy foods. Keep on cooking for me and you will make me fall for you,” I joked. “I don't mind you falling for me, kitten,” he declared.

"Longest time, Kitten" To be continued...!