Spice Safar Novels & Stories

This is the Diwata, the Supernatural Spa's Storyteller truly hoping that you will return to read the next chapter of this story, Fare thee well...

Just safety. “And lions,” Kiara adds brightly. “Hyenas. Snakes. Spiders. Crocodiles. Things that eat babies.” Her chin is still planted on my shoulder like she’s narrating a wildlife documentary. I clear my throat. “Wow. Supportive. Ten out of ten,” I snarl, sarcastically. “Even a crocodile is better than D.” She sighs dramatically. “I’ve always wanted to go to South Africa,” she says in a voice so fake-happy it should come with a warning label.

— I told you: dinner. — On a plane? — By the water. The jet is there, white, elegant, ready. Its clean lines under the floodlights. The pilots greet us. I guide her to the steps. — Kassian, she says, a little worried, where are we going? — Dinner. — In what country? I smile. — You'll see. She climbs up, I follow. The interior is hushed, bright, comfortable. White leather sofas, mahogany coffee table, champagne on ice in a crystal bucket. She looks around, impressed, her fingers brushing the fabrics, the precious woods.

His dark hair and grey eyes bore down intimidatingly on the cashier as he glanced at the menu in dead silence. Aqua placed her order perfectly, but Dawn had reservations about her decision. Although the hot sauce used in spicy tacos differed from wasabi in sushi, the mermaid wasn’t known to have a very high tolerance for capsaicin due to her bland diet under the sea. Unlike humans, spices weren’t readily available in the ocean, and merfolks did not have the luxury of cooking. Although he wasn’t a personal fan of overly spicy food, everyone in the Daniels famiglia had long built up resistance to spice because of Ricardo. The adviser has an unhealthy love for extremely spicy food that everyone

"Huh? Puncak? What are we going to do? Do you want a contract marriage there?" "Damn!" Jayden said, then laughed. "No! I want to eat Sekuteng there. Eat maranggi satay, then buy mochi. Anyway, we will try a lot of food there. How? You want it or not?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Finally Felicia nodded slightly. "Okay. I haven't been there for a long time either." "Do you want to go to Taman Safari as well?" "No thanks. I'm terrified!" Felicia shuddered with horror at the thought that she had to be surrounded by animals roaming around the car or bus she was in. And also the entry ticket is quite expensive, it could be for additional savings for graduation later.

“Whoa! Look who’s here!” one of Gray’s friends shouted excitedly the moment he spotted him inside a popular bar in Manila called Spartan, which was owned by their friend Andrei. “When did you get back, Doc?” he added with a teasing grin. The two shared a quick fist bump. They were college buddies and had a solid bond back in the day. Grayson honestly missed the Philippines—the humid heat, the chaos, and his wild, crazy friends. Right after that little incident with the maid in the mansion, Gray headed straight to Manila. He wanted to celebrate. It had been over a year since he’d last gotten off, and now that he finally had, he wasn’t about to waste the moment.

She said, showing her the mark clearly. “Oh, I thought that was—“ “Blood? “ She giggled as Jesse shook her head. “How was your day with the witch?” Jesse asked, cleaning the counter as another customer came inside the bakery. “Just don’t ask! “ Saba huffed as she took a bite of her pastry. Winters in Italy were beautiful, but for her it was lonely sometimes. “Whiplashing, it was true torture, you know, as if she thinks I will take Elena away from her,” Saba said, taking another bite of the pastry.

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.

’ I pile the red spicy rice onto my own plate, its spicy habanero chilli scent makes my eyes water as well as my mouth. The only sounds are our lips smacking together as we stuff our faces with the west African food I have spent most of my life eating. Keeva almost purrs from contentment as she sucks the end of her chicken bone clean. A huge burp grumbles up from my own stomach and explodes from my mouth. ‘Erm, excuse me.’ I laugh when she giggles from behind her hand. Her lips look plump from the spice heat of the rice and her face has a red tinge too. ‘Did you like it?’ Her head bobs up and den as she nods seriously to answer my question. ‘It is very spicy though, yet you seem unphased by

Spencer signaled the Waiters for the menu, and one came out as fast as he could. "Good evening, my name is Pedro. I'll be your waiter today," he said. "Good evening Pedro," Sofia said. "What are the specials?" Spencer asked. "Tonight is a seafood extravaganza," Pedro answered. "I don't like seafood," Sofia said. "Me neither," Spencer replied. "I'll have the wagyu Steak and mashed potatoes on the side," Spencer said. "I'll have the cauliflower pasta without cheese and a cobb salad," Sofia said. "Thank you, Pedro," she added.