Spicy Booktok Excerpts Novels & Stories

🤍 Before you go… I’d love for you to leave a comment and tell me: ✨ What was your favorite moment in the book? ✨ Which chapter hit you the hardest? ✨ Which character owned your heart? …and yes 👀 you are absolutely allowed to mention your favorite spicy scene🌶️🌶️ too. I’ll be reading every single one. I genuinely can’t wait to hear which moments stayed with you. Until then, thank you for reading. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your emotions, and your hearts. I’ll see you in the next story. With all my love, Lia’s Ink 💜

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“Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott. I wanted to tell Spicy that I didn't have an I*******m account but then I decided to keep quiet because who doesn't have an I*******m account in the 21st century? Spicy was preparing his makeup items, and I was just looking around. I loved the space and how coordinated everything was. I wish I could have a room full of makeup items like this but that is literally impossible because of my kids. I'll just come back one day and find them coloring

You know what, fuck it. "Okay I'll do it." I nod, digging into my food because I'm starving. The food that's in front of me is Chicken Alfredo, which is my absolute favorite with green spaghetti, literally chef kiss. I quickly cave into the food, quickly savoring the taste. "Great, I'll get your details from your mother and I'll text you whenever your first book is." She smiles. I look in Heavens direction and she looks lost. I mean, lost. It's like she's sad about something and I'm kinda worried for her.

I can loosen my aching grip on my phone—not enough to drop it, in case the picture disappears like the others—just enough that my fingers stop hurting. Everett pads over with a steaming mug of tea, a little bowl for the teabag, and the chips. I grab the chips before he’s even finished setting the tea on the table and cram a fistful into my mouth. I used to hate spicy food. Dana taught me how it could be a grounding tool sometimes. People don’t really taste in dreams. I don’t taste my hallucinations. My mouth prickles with heat, and I exhale through my nose. I’m not hallucinating everything. Everett drops onto the couch next to me, but a few respectful inches away. Heather sits on my other si

she said proudly, placing another container down, "something spicy to make your day a little spicier." I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. "I know your true intentions." "Oh really?" she asked. "Yes. You're trying to make me cry while eating spicy food so you can blame the tears on the pepper." She burst into laughter. "You're too smart for your own good." I pulled the food closer. "Unfortunately for you, I enjoy spicy food." "That explains your personality." I gasped. "Are you calling me spicy?" "I didn't say that."

He was staring at the view outside but I know his mind are on her. " I wish I have just like you." ### " Do you eat spicy foods?" Zeke asked me. We are now at the spicy restaurant and of course they serve spicy dishes. I love spicy foods. When I was young, I eat chillies as my hobby. "Of course! " I answered right away. The Zeke I saw before has changed. He grin at me as she points out the bowl of meet and chillies almost covering it. Well, that's what the poster said. There's also a grilled chili with mayo and a fried meat. My mouth became so watery as I imagined eating them.

“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.”

“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.”

I descended the last few steps and approached the island. He pulled out a stool for me, his hand hovering near my waist until I was seated. The smell of the arrabbiata was intoxicating, bright, spicy, and rich. "Eat," he said, hovering over me for a second before taking his own seat. "I put extra chili in. I want to see if you can handle the heat, or if you're just as soft as the tabloids say." I took a bite, the spice hitting the back of my throat instantly. It was searing, painful, and incredible. It forced me to be present. It forced me to feel something other than the hollow ache in my ribs.