Spicy Book Excerpts Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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

Sienna’s POV As I finally calm down, I sit there tearing up my jerk chicken, my jerk egg rolls, anything with heat, anything with spice, because that’s literally all I crave. This baby is about to come out with a full coat of hair the way these spices are tagging my esophagus. The heartburn is unreal, and Knox keeps telling me to stop eating spicy foods, but listen… it’s a habit at this point. And the wild part? Before I got pregnant, I couldn’t stand spicy foods. Now, from the flavor, to the burn, and the essence, yum yum yum. I’m a whole hypocrite.

Heat surged through me, blooming in my chest and creeping slowly into my cheeks as I shifted in my seat, subtly clenching my thighs together. A low buzz vibrated through my body, ignited by the words in the book I held. The tension in my limbs made it nearly impossible to sit still. Every page felt like fire, and I devoured the words faster than I ever had before. It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent.

And knowing you as well as I do, I imagine it will have been quite a while since my passing before you finally open this letter. "We really did have something beautiful once, and that's why it hurts so much to know you've never loved me. I'm only writing to say one thing—thank you. For seven years, you let me believe in a beautiful dream. Now that it's over, it's time for me to go. Don't waste your time missing me." Conrad read my last note without showing a single flicker of emotion. Then, like a man hell-bent on punishing himself, he pored over the chat records I'd leaked to the paparazzi—reading them once, then twice, then again and again. He drowned in those messages from dusk till dawn.

I unintentionally asked. "Look like how?" Steve asked as he tried to bribe Daniel with snacks. I quickly regained my senses and shook my head. "Forget it." I sat back down on the chair and joined him in trying to play with Daniel, but my mind would not erase the thought of possibly the hottest-looking person I have ever seen. My soon to be mother in law.

"I thought you always hated the spicy foods, Miss." The carriage then stopped in front of the vegetablea market, "Well, I know from the books that spicy foods can help you live longer, clean your digestion, and make your skin glowing." Of course it was a lie. But, Cecilia has to find a way to keep her out from suspiscion. Mary jaw dropped, "Wow, is it true? That was so wonderful!" Cecilia smiled before she took off from her carriage. The ladies then happily searching for the chilies and it seeds.

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

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.