Spicy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

She knew it was silly to sit right next to her, but even sitting across from Annie seemed too far. “It smells really good.” Annie said, picking up the menu. “It is, their green sauce is amazing.” “I never really liked spicy foods before, but right now it feel like I can’t get enough of them.” Annie said as she read through the menu. From the smells wafting out of the kitchen, she knew the meal was going to be good. Already she could hear the sizzling of meats, smell the garlic and cumin lingering in the air. “What did you like before?” Candy asked, not bothering to pick up her menu.

“Look what I have.” “Is this my book?” she giggled as she recognized the cover. “Where did you get this?” “Belkin was telling us how you’re an author. I got a copy. I am very excited to read it. No wonder you are so brave and heroic when you write such stories.” “You do know this is a spicy book.” “Spicy? Cookbook?” “No. Sexy. It’s got a lot of sex in it. The main character has two penises.” “Lucky man! Is the book explicit?” he made wide eyes. “Does he use both penises?”

I can loosen my aching grip on my phone—not enough to drop it, in case the picture disappears like the others—just enough that my fingers stop hurting. Everett pads over with a steaming mug of tea, a little bowl for the teabag, and the chips. I grab the chips before he’s even finished setting the tea on the table and cram a fistful into my mouth. I used to hate spicy food. Dana taught me how it could be a grounding tool sometimes. People don’t really taste in dreams. I don’t taste my hallucinations. My mouth prickles with heat, and I exhale through my nose. I’m not hallucinating everything. Everett drops onto the couch next to me, but a few respectful inches away. Heather sits on my other si

With a resigned scowl, he picked up the utensils and tried to mimic her technique, swishing a piece of meat in the bubbling broth. The moment he took a bite, his handsome face turned bright red. The searing heat of the spices hit him like a freight train, and he managed to choke out, What kind of hotpot is this? The spiciest one, she said casually, dipping another piece of tripe into the fiery broth. Theo's lips curled into a cold smile. You're really going out of your way to spite me. Bianca finally looked up, her face flushed not from embarrassment but from the heat of the food.

Sophie admitted, jotting something down. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You two are impossible.” “We’re thorough,” Fatima corrected, grinning. --- By lunchtime, my cravings had shifted again. This time, I wanted spaghetti. But not just any spaghetti—I needed it to be spicy. So spicy it could probably melt a hole in the wall. Jake, bless him, didn’t even question it as he helped me whip up a batch of extra-spicy marinara sauce. But when I sat down to eat, Sophie and Fatima were there, watching me like hawks.

Patricia hurriedly handed Hunter a skewer: "Quick, have a taste. You always said the chili here wasn't spicy enough. I ordered it extra hot today; see if this heat level does the trick? If it's not enough, we can ask the boss to add more spice." Spicy? A twitch played at the corner of Hunter's mouth as his hand trembled, taking the grilled skewer but he dared not take a bite. Seeing him not eating, Patricia asked in puzzlement, "Why aren't you eating? Hurry up, it won't taste good once it's cold." A bead of cold sweat slid down Hunter's forehead. Like a soldier facing his doom, he made a major resolution and bit into the skewer, immediately breaking out into a profuse sweat.

“Unbelievable.” My stomach gave a traitorous little twist, like it was reminiscing. I remembered the way Maya’s eyes lit up when she shoved a plate at me like she’d personally invented the dish. The way Mara watched me eat like it was a sport, half proud, half terrified. The spicy street wraps that nearly burned my tongue off, the sweet pastries stuffed with cream that had me licking my fingers without shame, the weird fried thing that looked suspicious and tasted like heaven. I groaned and sank lower into the water until it lapped at my chin.

she said, and poured a whole bottle of chili sauce all over the leftover rice and meat. “Here! If you want it, eat it!” she laughed. “It’s spicy! Burn your tongue! That is all you deserve!” Hazel looked at the red, spicy food. Her stomach was hurting so bad. But she was starving. She took a spoonful and put it in her mouth. It was burning hot! Spicy! It felt like fire was eating her throat and stomach. She was coughing and crying, but she swallowed it. She had to eat. She had to survive.

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.