Spicy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

The controlled collapse of her will beneath mine. The sun rises, gilding the edges of the curtains. The library, its silent books, its smell of knowledge and dust, waits. It will wait. For now, there is only this room. This warmth. This endless war of which we are the sole soldiers, the sole witnesses, the sole vanquished and the sole victors. And the terrible, exhilarating vertigo is that in consuming her, I feel, each time, something within me burning too.

Trixie’s POV Before I knew it the ten minutes of reading time was up and the teacher was dismissing us from book club for today. Jerica and I headed to the parking lot where Jake was waiting on us. I quickly hopped in the back with a quick, “Hey Jake!” and locked the back doors so Jerica would sit up front with him. She actually got in the front this time without an argument or snide remark to me or Jake! Maybe he was finally growing on her! She jumped in looking at Jake, “Hey!” She said with a small soft smile. “Hey, how was book club?” he asked her. “It was good, we are going to read a romance novel with werewolf’s! They are always spicy!” She said sounding excited. I knew Jerica liked to

I shot my head up, wide eyes and commented, "This is too much for just two people and not to mention oily and spicy." He shrugged like it was his daily diet, "it's enough for both of us, except you eat like a hundred year hungry spirit." I keep a blank face. He continued, "And honestly, I like exploring new flavors. I don't know about you but I have a healthy appetite, miss." I nodded before starting to help myself. Actually all foods on the table are quite spicy, the biggest secret is I like sweets more than spicy, but it's not gonna hurt me eating for once, so without caring about consequences I start digging yummy yummy dishes.

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

“And spicy.” “You should have thought of that before serving me,” she replied coolly. I swallowed hard. I wanted to tell her I hadn’t cooked it that way. But the truth had never mattered here. “Keep drinking,” she ordered. “And stop whining.” I nodded again. Bracing myself, I lifted the bowl and forced myself to drink it all in one go. The spice scorched my tongue and scraped down my throat like fire, my eyes watering as my stomach twisted violently. The salt made nausea rise fast and sharp, and I had to fight the urge to retch.

Ivy's POV At the look of raw, primal fear in Spencer’s eyes, I suddenly get the feeling that something is very, very wrong. “What–what is it?” I say tentatively, looking at Spencer with wide, frightened eyes. I can smell all the wonderful aromas of the food laid out in front of me–the luscious rich scent of rare, just-barely-cooked meat, herbs roasted in butter, delicately braised vegetables… But now at the sight of the meal, my stomach churns.

“Then they’re stupid. Can I finish this last portion or do you want some more?” His lips twitched as he handed over the bowl. “Be my guest.” She fought a groan as the spicy tomato sauce danced on her tongue. “Maya, what’s going on with your bookstore expansion?” The strand of spaghetti caught in her throat and she choked. He flew up from the chair and began pounding on her back, but she shook him off and guzzled a few mouthfuls of water. The poem flashed in mocking horror past her vision. Oh, the tangled web we weave, when first we first practice to deceive…

Hearing that, she smiled involuntarily. He took her to the floor that served spicy dishes, handed the menu to her and let her order dishes. She liked spicy dishes, but the dishes she ordered were all light. After Skyler got the menu, he ordered some spicy dishes, such as spicy fish, spicy beef and spicy shrimp. When he handed the menu to the waiter, Skyler and Jocelyn said simultaneously. Skyler said, "The taste of the dishes should be hot!" Jocelyn said, "The taste of the dishes should be mild!"