Spicy Book Recs Novels & Stories

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

"A writer, how inspiring! What do you write?" "Books." I deadpanned from behind mom, earning an annoyed cluck of her tongue. Blondie smiled awkwardly. "Ah, yes, I see. A- anything you'd recommend?" "Actually, yes. I think my latest work, From Beyond The Grave, would be the perfect read for you. Tons of bloodshed and cannibalism, there's even a chapter where the protagonist has to disembowel her own friend to-" "Uh, could we trouble you for some waters, dear?" Mom cut in, her voice on the edge between friendly and collected and right about to lose her shit.

After I'm done with that, I move on to the chicken, which had to be the best thing I've ever put in my mouth. Then the chips, then the sparkling cherry water. "And when I really think back to it, those books were not really the best series I've read. There's a lot of underrated novels that I believe the people just skim over and call it a day. Maybe when I have time, I can help support those novels, just so it has more exposure. What do you think Calvin?" I sit there, staring at my plate with a mixture of emotions in my head. I feel disgusting, but at the

The controlled collapse of her will beneath mine. The sun rises, gilding the edges of the curtains. The library, its silent books, its smell of knowledge and dust, waits. It will wait. For now, there is only this room. This warmth. This endless war of which we are the sole soldiers, the sole witnesses, the sole vanquished and the sole victors. And the terrible, exhilarating vertigo is that in consuming her, I feel, each time, something within me burning too.

On the team bus heading to an away match against another rival, Sloane gets a direct message from Tatum promising a proper rematch if their teams meet again soon. Sloane stared at her phone screen in the back of the rumbling bus. The message from Tatum lit up her notifications like a challenge she could not ignore. “Proper rematch soon. Bring that fire if you can handle losing again.” Heat rushed through her body. She shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar ache between her legs from their last encounter. The words stirred something dangerous in her chest. Anger mixed with raw desire. She wanted to hate Tatum more than ever, but her pussy throbbed at the thought of another clash.

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.