Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

' she thought to herself. As she was wondering if she should say something, she suddenly had an idea and said. "Madam, do you like spicy food? There are a lot of chilis here. I'll cut them for you!" "Alright," said Sigrid. She thought that it didn't matter if it was a tiny bit spicier. Since she'd arrived here, she had been eating non-spicy dishes and even though the chef's cooking was very good and he cooked different dishes every day, it was not enough to satisfy her appetite for spicy food.

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He waves the poor, unappreciated piece of chicken in his fingers, “it doesn’t mean I won’t like it once I do.” Yeah, right. That’s how spicy works. Never experienced it in your life, and you can just suddenly get it. I roll my eyes, put down my fork, and look at him, a taunting smile on my lips: “You surrender now, I’ll take that hot trouble off your hand, along with the ice coke.” He chuckles at me in a very arrogant way. Well, I tried saving him.

She asked, 'You expect me to forgive you? He looked up at her with the hope of rays in his eyes and nodded his head. She picked up a chilli sauce that sat on the table. She spilled the entire bottle of chilli sauce over the food. She remarked, 'If you finish this spicy meal, I'll forgive you! She knew he couldn't stand the spices and he wasn't going to touch the food at all. He let go of her hand and she smirked, but his next act baffled her. He dug the chopstick into the food and started eating it. He began to cough due to the spices, but did not stop eating. He was constantly swallowing spicy food with no breath.

My mouth became so watery as I imagined eating them. That must be so delicious. We have order five main dishes. They look so spicy just by seeing it. There are red chillies that makes the soup orange and the smell of spiciness are hitting my nostrils so hard. I look at Zeke and I laughed so hard just by seeing his reaction. He looks so hesitant after seeing the chillies and same as me, I know he can smell the spiciness of them as well. I forked a one slice of meat and dip it into very red chili sauce. It's seed are still visible and it must be extremely hot. My mouth was already filled with spiciness and I like it. I add some more, and more, and more.

Warning: The few chapters contains sensitive content, including references to sexual assault, trauma, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to such topics or find them triggering, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter. It seemed Alpha Dante had been helping Vespara with her preparations because he did not return all night. Vespara had already left along with many of the soldiers she came with. The house felt too quiet for its own good. I suddenly miss Dante and Vespara. Although Dante was avoiding me because he thinks I will pounce on him, which I planned to, but is on hold for now, I still miss him.

Shame courses through me, but it's tangled up with a dark, forbidden thrill that I can't suppress no matter how hard I try. "Do you know what I want from you?" he growls quietly. Before I can even attempt to shake my head again, his hand returns to my back. His fingers trail down my spine, bumping over each little vertebra through my thin shirt. His hand skims lower and lower, until his fingers slip over the bottom hem, tracing over the bare skin at the small of my back. A shudder jerks through me, my body spasming slightly. It brings a low, dark chuckle to his throat.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

I scrolled through the limited selection of DVDs—mostly action flicks and thrillers that made me know it was his taste, until one caught my eye. Fifty Shades of Grey. I'd heard about it from friends back home, all giggles and whispers about the steamy scenes, but I'd never watched it because of my sheltered life and all that. Tonight, with frustration bubbling under my skin and that lingering heat I felt from Viktor's earlier grab, it felt like the perfect rebellion. I popped it in, cranked the volume high to drown out the silence of the cabin, and settled onto the couch, pulling a blanket over my lap for some semblance of coziness.