Spicy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

Though it did leave a bit of a sweet taste in his mouth… after all, if he was with the little guy then any torture was not so bad… Anyway! The point is, Levi’s entire body was burning up, everything above his neck was flushed crimson and he was sweating buckets! What Levi had learned today was that although he could handle spicy food well, there existed something in this world that was too spicy, even for him. And that something was watching Noah eat spicy food. ಥ_ಥ Noah’s lips were red and slightly swollen due to the spiciness, however, all Levi could think about is how erotic they looked. As if Noah had been forcefully, roughly, passionately kissed for a long time.

“And spicy.” “You should have thought of that before serving me,” she replied coolly. I swallowed hard. I wanted to tell her I hadn’t cooked it that way. But the truth had never mattered here. “Keep drinking,” she ordered. “And stop whining.” I nodded again. Bracing myself, I lifted the bowl and forced myself to drink it all in one go. The spice scorched my tongue and scraped down my throat like fire, my eyes watering as my stomach twisted violently. The salt made nausea rise fast and sharp, and I had to fight the urge to retch.

I asked. She shrugged, “It’s okay.” “Really?” She nodded. I stared at her before picking up my spoon and took a spoonful of it. I brought the spoon to my mouth and immediately it touched my tongue. I spat the whole content out. My eyes widened in a fraction as I picked up the glass of water before me and stared at her, what the fucking hell? How was she eating this without making a face? “What the hell?” I asked. Looking at her face now I can see how red it has become, why didn’t she say anything about the food being this spicy? It burned my tongue immediately after it touched it and now my whole mouth felt like it had been set on fire.

There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know him on a deeper level. And so, as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The aftertaste of chili flakes lingered on my tongue, a faint echo of the inferno that had just raged between Spencer and me. It wasn’t the first time we’d used a little spice to liven things up, but this time, the heat seemed to linger in the air long after our bodies had cooled. Spencer, however, wasn’t finished fanning the flames. He lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of post-coital smugness. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice dripping with something fa

You have to eat a peck of dirt before you die"? You can try, just one bite. It's really delicious." "Fine." Dante didn’t know where she heard that saying from but he couldn't bear to reject her kindness, so he held his unease and took a bite. It tasted strange... This was the first time Dante had eaten spicy strips. It was spicy. Made of some unknown ingredients, it tasted weird, but not difficult to swallow. He continued to eat some chicken wings. While he was eating, he began to feel that they were kind of delicious. "What's that?" "Pizza. Do you want to try?"

“AAAAH! IT’S SO SPICY!” His eyes widened in shock. “Wait—water!” He immediately handed me his bottled water. I gulped it down like my life depended on it, fanning my mouth as tears welled in my eyes. “Why is it so spicy?! But… oh my gosh, it’s actually good. Like, painful but delicious.” He looked half-concerned, half-amused. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to give you the spicy one.” “I’m fine,” I coughed, still fanning my mouth. “It burns… but it’s weirdly addictive.”

He even wanted to drink the sauce. “I remember you don’t like spicy food,” she said. Conrad put down the bowl and spoon. He felt as if his stomach and mouth were burning. And so, he went to grab a glass of water. After two glasses of water, it felt like the spiciness intensified instead. “Why is it so spicy?!” He was almost burning. Fia munched on another piece of beef. “I don’t think it’s spicy. You’re the one that can’t eat any spicy food.

His warm, spicy scent is a complement to the spices in my food. Malix has stopped channel surfing on some sitcom with a laugh track, and every time the audience roars at a joke, I get a twitch in my eye. Nothing to do now but settle in and wait. I take a bite of my burrito, cringing when the exterior is hotter than lava and the interior is still half-frozen. I force myself to chew and not gag, though I almost consider tossing this in the trash and going to chase down a rabbit instead.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

It was so obvious. She turned the book, slow and careful. Stared at the nameless spine. But I figured it out. Thick. Pale. It took me forever. Polished smooth. I was such an idiot. Its gleam muted and discreet. The edges heavy folds stitched with thread. Then it hit me. She gulped, the sour burn of this afternoon’s pesto panini and venti double shot rolling in her gut. The book was bound— Bound. In flesh. Her stomach lurched, her lunch scrambling toward her tongue. Hand to her mouth, she pivoted, scrambling toward the waste basket. Caught her breath. A moment later, the threat swallowed, she cleared her throat.