Spicy Book Recs Novels & Stories

“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

Leah indeed loved reading comics. But... "'The Last Supper of a Serial Killer,' 'The Singing Voice of the Sewer,' 'Horror Nursery Rhymes,' 'You Look Delicious,'" Diana's expression gradually contorted. Well, let's see what books she has been reading lately instead. "'How to Kill Your Neighbor,' 'Abnormal Psychology,' 'Self-Improvement for Beauties,' 'Advanced Handbook for Pro-Level Girls,'" Diana muttered. "What the hell is all this?" Just then, a notification sound chimed.

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.

She's really weird. "What's this book about?" tanong ko kay Anabelle habang pinapasadahan ng tingin ang librong ni-rekomenda niyang basahin ko. Safe Haven written by Nicholas Sparks. "Basta! Hindi magandang basahin ang isang libro kapag nangs-spoil ang isang reader," sumbat niya.

Quinnel said suddenly and all eyes turned to him. "Uh, Navaeh, what is your worst habit?" "I tend to walk to and fro when I'm nervous and I also always eat the meat that is meant for the toppings of Pizza." She replied and everyone chuckled. "I eat the cheese as well." "What's the last book you read?" "That would be... Alpha's Gifted Mate." "Oh? Sounds interesting. I like the title." "It is." "I've read that book! It's good." "Me too." "I didn't expect you to be into supernatural fanfictions."

Did someone from her side betray her again? As she continued to read, Sherly's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she absorbed the gravity of the accusations leveled against her. She felt like she wanted to vomit, like her heart was going to go out of her throat. The document painted her as a figure of fear and intimidation, a person capable of unspeakable acts of violence and retribution.

I beamed, thrilled to be discussing something I was pretty familiar with another person. "Your all-time favourite?" "Ugh, I don't have favourites. I could narrow them down to the three I enjoyed the most. That's if it's okay with you." "More than ok" "I think they would be... Icebreaker, Do over, and It ends with us." "I know all three books. You have a nice taste for good books!" "Thank you," I said, trying my best to be very modest. "What is your most memorable project?" "Project?"

Her mouth parted without permission. “I noticed you have plenty of other books and sketch magazines like this. So I decided to get these” he said calmly, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on her fragile emotions. She lifted one of the books carefully, almost like it might disappear if she wasn’t gentle enough. “These novels haven’t been released in the market yet” she said softly. “And these are my favorite magazines” she said, referring to the long magazines. She loved reading when she wasn’t sketching. She loved getting lost in stories. She had been counting down the months for these exact books to be available. She had talked about them without even realizing how often.

I read the titles out loud. “The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle. The October Country by Ray Bradbury. Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. Last Days by Brian Evenson.” I curl up my lip in disgust. “This is your reading style?” I frown. He glances up. “I like horror.” I widen my eyes. “Boring.” His jaw ticks in annoyance. “What do you like to read?” I purposely bend over, revealing my naked ass. “I like raunch.”

she turned away from me again, running her fingers down the spines of a few water-warped novels. You. "The one behind my desk," I answered. "It's my favorite." Evelyn looked over my desk at the worn down novel, the years and years of use made it delicate. She stroked a gentle finger over the cover. "It looks well-loved." "Do you have a favorite book, Evelyn?" I asked, leaning back at the table, our dirty dishes stacked neatly, ready for a cabin boy to take them away in the morning. She glanced at me from over her shoulder, a smile pulling on the corners of her lips. A devious smirk that screamed indignance. "I do. It's called, 'The Art of Profanity'."