Spicy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

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, 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.

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.

He seemed hesitant for a moment to roll the spaghetti on his fork, but then his inner demon whispered telling him to quickly roll up the spaghetti and put it in his mouth. Nickson felt like fireworks were going off around him the second he put a roll of spaghetti in his mouth. It really can't be expressed in words. The spaghetti was very soft on the tongue and the sauce that covered it was cooked with the right spices. Nickson couldn't keep his hands from rolling more spaghetti with his fork and then devouring it. The best spaghetti he's ever eaten. He had never tasted spaghetti with this delicious spice. Even Rebecca had never cooked spaghetti with a taste that could make his tongue sway.

"What to do? Just you being here makes me want to say that maybe one child is fine." Oh lord. FOR THE ONES WHO MISSED THE CHILLI SCENES IN THE BOOK I'VE WARNED EVERYONE READING ALREADY, THAT THIS IS AN ADULT-THEMED BOOK. READER DISCRETION WILL BE APPRECIATED; FOR 18+ ONLY. Going down on her never felt so relaxing. She smells fresh like the ocean, and whatsoever her taste, I loved it. Her sweet moans make my vessels bulge, along with the growing boner I hide in my pants.

“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!"

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.