Spice Kitty Novels & Stories

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.

He lit another cigarette, staring out the window into the quiet night. A tall figure appeared outside without warning. Conrad sprang to his feet and bolted out, desperate to reach the person. "Conrad, what are you doing? You're hurting me." "It's you?" It wasn't me. That was just Conrad's hallucination. The person standing before him was Jenny. Jenny frowned slightly, putting on a pitiful act. "Jean's been spreading rumors about me, Conrad. Now my reputation's ruined. Can you help me fix this?"

“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.

“I’ll fix you up with some of my magic happy juice.” She winks, sloshing the liquid around in the silver flask with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “We’re sixteen,” Grace says. “According to US law, drinking age here in-” “I’m not concerned with such pointless abstractions as law and age, darling,” Kitty says. “Anyway, your call. But I know Ash will have some, right? I made it just for you. It’s got vodka, gin, white rum, tequila, three dissolved caffeine pills, five drops of liquid h-”

"Gigi marked those for her and me!" "Wuss!" Tyce called out, chuckling. "There is no fucking way you can handle those things!" Kyle retorted. "Already did." Tyce went back over and popped another in his mouth. "Who else wants to challenge me?" He beat his chest with his fists. "Oh, Goddess. I've tried Paige and Gigi's spicy food before. I definitely can't handle it!" Jasmine laughed. "Tyce, I'm really impressed." "Okay, no more spicy eggs. The last two are for me!" Paige took them and put them on a plate for herself. "I better eat them before we get in trouble for poisoning everyone."