Novel & Cerita Spicy Booktok Excerpts

Even a simple question was loaded with a tone of irony and extreme arrogance. "Yes, why the surprise? "It's a haute cuisine dish," Sloane pointed out. ""Yes, and if anyone deserves to eat well, it's me," Izzy shrugged, ticking off the list of ingredients she would need, making me laugh. "Eggs Benedict for breakfast, right? "I teased her. "Exactly, Bergqvist "Izzy winked at me. I heard some whispers around us, but I couldn't have cared less. I was tired of pretending not to be crazy about that woman.

I ordered my favorites and our food arrived so fast. I was drooling over the smoking hot spicy stew on a bowl and scooped a spoonful. “Delicious,” I mumbled after tasting it. He also tried the soup but he couldn’t take it. It was too spicy for his tongue and he always mentioned that the burning sensation he got from eating spicy food was always excruciating. “How can you enjoy something like this, Bethany?” He asked in disbelief. “Because I love it and I am used to it,” I replied, then a few moments of silence followed. Then, he informed me that we would return to Claybourne because of my condition.

Trixie’s POV Before I knew it the ten minutes of reading time was up and the teacher was dismissing us from book club for today. Jerica and I headed to the parking lot where Jake was waiting on us. I quickly hopped in the back with a quick, “Hey Jake!” and locked the back doors so Jerica would sit up front with him. She actually got in the front this time without an argument or snide remark to me or Jake! Maybe he was finally growing on her! She jumped in looking at Jake, “Hey!” She said with a small soft smile. “Hey, how was book club?” he asked her. “It was good, we are going to read a romance novel with werewolf’s! They are always spicy!” She said sounding excited. I knew Jerica liked to

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She nodded and said, "Okay, I like spicy pork. Do you have any?" "... You also like spicy sticks!" Cecelia loved spicy sticks the most. He felt like he had met someone from the same sect. After the excitement, she sighed deeply and said, "I didn't. My little brother doesn't allow me to eat spicy sticks. He said they were rubbish food."

The good kind. The kind I was done running from. And yes, I was about to have the fuck of my life. THE END (Watch out for my next book xx ^~^ more spicy 🌶️) Coming soon…

The universe and the Moon Goddess loved nothing more than taking a proud man's words and jamming them right back down his damn throat. "Okay," I breathed out, wiping my sweaty brow with my forearm. "The spaghetti is done. We have five good plantains. Now I just need to fry the eggs and add the grounded pepper for flavor." I grabbed a small bowl of spicy, bright red grounded pepper that Alicia kept on her spice rack. I sprinkled a pinch over the bubbling sauce, feeling a wave of deep relief wash over me. It was almost over. I was going to pull this off. And then, as if the universe decided I hadn't suffered enough today... my right eye began to itch.

I published the chapter at 3 a.m. and woke up to hundreds of comments. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever read.” “I came twice. How are you this good?” “Finally! Real, raw, filthy sex that actually feels real.” “This is so spicy.” “This chapter plus my vibrator made my night.” “I literally can't wait for more.” “I can't believe Lila had sex with Julian… she definitely needed a break from Chris and his nagging.” “I can read this all day, can't wait for more.”

Grace sneered, still with a sardonic look and her guard not yet down. "Justin always gives me the best he can." Celine plunged the spoon full of the delicious spaghetti. Chewing voraciously as if she was starving. She did not care if there was a lot of creamy sauce splattered around her mouth from the spaghetti. What she wanted to show was innocence and helplessness if Celine was not hidden immediately.

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.