Spicy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

Sander, she would be able to tell that there was awkwardness and embarrassment in her friendly tone. Four of them sat at the table. There were bland foods that Xander liked. And there were also highly seasoned foods that Abigail liked. Especially the spicy chicken dish, the delicious smell of it alone made Abigail drool. But she still waited for Xander to start eating before she did. She took a piece of the spicy chicken and tasted it. It was very spicy and flavorful. It indeed had a taste of home. She then grabbed the communal fork to take a piece of the spicy chicken for Felix. She said, "Felix, I've never eaten such authentic spicy chicken in Florivera before this. Try it."

“Can’t have a notebook without a pen.” “Will you read a chapter to me?” Caitlyn asked. “Before you go to see the others?” “Of course,” Chloe said, reaching for the book. “Now lie back and get comfortable.” Chloe cleared her throat dramatically and then opened the cover of the book. “Harriet the Spy. Chapter one. ‘Harriet was trying to explain to Sport how to play Town.’”

She saw a name written on the first page of the book. CLYDE JOHNSON DEL ESPANIA. She couldn't help but smile. What a perfect name for someone as handsome as him. It was as if the name was perfectly made for him. She closed the book and took her time to kiss it before she realized something. She could taste a hint of bitterness at the tip of her tongue. She even licked her lips to make sense of the taste. It was bitter, nothing like she'd ever tasted before. That was when she realized the state of the book just a few minutes before. She hadn't even wiped all of the dirt off her face, and there were still traces of it left on her lips!

I descended the last few steps and approached the island. He pulled out a stool for me, his hand hovering near my waist until I was seated. The smell of the arrabbiata was intoxicating, bright, spicy, and rich. "Eat," he said, hovering over me for a second before taking his own seat. "I put extra chili in. I want to see if you can handle the heat, or if you're just as soft as the tabloids say." I took a bite, the spice hitting the back of my throat instantly. It was searing, painful, and incredible. It forced me to be present. It forced me to feel something other than the hollow ache in my ribs.

A former lodger in the room? I picked up the book, happy that I had found something to do, and lay on the bed, flipping through it. It seemed like a normal college romance, but I quickly found out that it wasn't so. If anything, it was extremely spicy, and I glanced at the cover again, innocent, but its contents were not. I continued reading through, intrigued by the way the characters were portrayed and the more spicy scenes I read, the more strange I felt. Was I getting... Wet?

I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me. "It's alright, we don't care either way if you read it," he says, vacuous, without gazing upward from his undertaking. He is by all accounts inspecting the spines of each book, searching for a specific title that has a place with the book he wants. I move over to his side, noticing now the genuine likenesses between Felix and Liam; their almost indistinguishable looks aside from the scar and the hair. This time he hasn't behaved like a downer, which is an or more, and furthermore a side of him that is enjoyably new to me. He grins as he separates the book we want, a dusty one that isn't thick in any way. The side peruses Summer Kitchen: 100 T

She inhaled a sharp breath and said, “I want your mouth.” My chest swelled with satisfaction, and I made the first lick, the taste a mixture of sweet, tangy and spicy. If I had known how fucking delicious she tasted, I would’ve taken her long ago. I purred at the back of my throat and licked her folds again, moving all the way to her clit. “God, yes,” she cried out, her hands shooting out to clutch the top of my head. This was exactly what I had been waiting for. “I’m not going anywhere, cara mia... until I make you come.” I smiled against her sex.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

He picked up my essay again, flipping pages slowly. “This section here where you describe the student craving discipline after hours. You detail her spreading wider on the desk, pleading for his fingers to stretch her while he explains her mistakes. Be specific. Why does that scenario consume you?” I licked my lips, my breath coming faster as I shifted forward in the chair.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary