Spicy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Lia yelled, pulling forcefully on Bima's arm. Bima turned for one last look at the hole, catching sight of a cookbook that had fallen open to a page with handwriting he recognized all too well. His own handwriting from the future. The page bore a single sentence, "Never stop cooking, even when this world no longer has fire." Then, at the end of the collapsing crystal corridor, a massive black shadow began to crawl upward, carrying an aroma even sharper than ozone, the scent of burnt meat that had already been served.

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.

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

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.

This was something Spencer had dropped in his haste. A surge of adrenaline washed over me. This book might hold the answers I desperately craved. With trembling hands, I flipped it open. The first page was filled with cryptic symbols and swirling script, an arcane language that sent a shiver down my spine. Was this some sort of dark magic manual? A guide for assassins? My stomach lurched at the thought.

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?"

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

“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.”