Novelas y relatos de Spicy Book Excerpts

🤍 Before you go… I’d love for you to leave a comment and tell me: ✨ What was your favorite moment in the book? ✨ Which chapter hit you the hardest? ✨ Which character owned your heart? …and yes 👀 you are absolutely allowed to mention your favorite spicy scene🌶️🌶️ too. I’ll be reading every single one. I genuinely can’t wait to hear which moments stayed with you. Until then, thank you for reading. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your emotions, and your hearts. I’ll see you in the next story. With all my love, Lia’s Ink 💜

The plate packed to the brim with chilis looked exceptionally intimidating. The moment it entered his mouth, the spicy sensation instantly swept through his oral cavity! It felt as if a fine, scorching heat wrapped around the tip of his tongue. It was so spicy that fine sweat continuously broke out on the tip of his nose. He had to down two large cups of water back-to-back... just to get a bit of relief. Lucas looked at Luna's disheveled state, and his competitive spirit was instantly triggered! He immediately picked up several pieces of meat and swallowed them down in large gulps.

’ I thought, seeing how much he wrote. “I had spicy food, and a little bit of___” I read all the silly jokes that come with the food that Darren wrote. “I have spicy food too. I didn't know you love spicy food, we have a lot in common. I will challenge myself one day” Michelle said excitedly from the other end, and my face became white. I had zero tolerance for spices, what do I do? I thought, but then I looked at Darren who was laughing to the extent of sitting on the floor.

I ordered my favorites and our food arrived so fast. I was drooling over the smoking hot spicy stew on a bowl and scooped a spoonful. “Delicious,” I mumbled after tasting it. He also tried the soup but he couldn’t take it. It was too spicy for his tongue and he always mentioned that the burning sensation he got from eating spicy food was always excruciating. “How can you enjoy something like this, Bethany?” He asked in disbelief. “Because I love it and I am used to it,” I replied, then a few moments of silence followed. Then, he informed me that we would return to Claybourne because of my condition.

"Everything has been served. If you require anything else, please don't hesitate to ask. Enjoy your meal." Amelia answered with an easy smile, "Thank you." Once the waitress left, Amelia gave Lucas an encouraging look. "Come on, give it a try." “Okay," Lucas nodded, then reached for his fork and picked up a shrimp, leaving the sausage untouched. The instant he tasted it, a spicy heat rushed through his mouth and up into his nose. Nothing compared to his very first run-in with spicy food, which had nearly brought him to tears. That time, he had sworn the chili was waging a personal vendetta.

The bossy tone is still there even in a normal question. "Spicy." "Like?" "Indian curries, Korean kimchi, Thai pepper steak." The names itself made my mouth water. God, how much I miss them now? Never cared to even buy them in three years and now suddenly because of this man,I wanted to go home and ask Sasha to cook them for me. Cayden used to cook for me. Now I miss him too. He smiled to himself as if he remembered an old joke. " A friend of mine forced me to eat an Indian curry in my childhood. My face flushed with one spoon. It was that spicy."

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

After finishing the entire glass, Liam finally felt the burning ease. "I've had spicy food before," he said honestly. "But this kind sneaks up on you. It doesn't hit right away--and by the time you realize it, it's already too late. I suppose I made a fool of myself." "That's normal," Hugh replied. "I've learned the hard way too. You think it's mild, take a big bite--and when the heat kicks in, it's like taking a shot of strong liquor. Completely overwhelming." "At least it was me," Liam said, glancing at Cecilia, who was still trying not to laugh. He genuinely doubted she'd survive it--she'd probably end up in the ER.

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”

NOVA I swallow hard, picturing a plate of spicy ramen. The kind that is loaded with chili oil, different kinds of peppers, garlic, and that deep, rich broth that burns in the best way. The kind that makes your lips tingle and your body warm from the inside out. The kind you can't stop eating even when it's too hot. I start salivating. My thighs press together harder. Marcellus must feel it because his fingers flex against my skin.