Spicy Excerpts Novels & Stories

"So... I took the new plate from him. I... I gave it to Ricardo." The room spun slightly around me. What the hell was happening? Ricardo turned his full fury on me then, stepping closer until he was a breath away. "I was about to eat it," he said, his voice low and cold. "I even took one damn bite, Ryan." He shook his head, disgust flashing in his eyes. "But the second it hit my tongue, I smelled something off. A spice I hate. A spice I would never, ever allow in my food and I spat it."

He seemed hesitant for a moment to roll the spaghetti on his fork, but then his inner demon whispered telling him to quickly roll up the spaghetti and put it in his mouth. Nickson felt like fireworks were going off around him the second he put a roll of spaghetti in his mouth. It really can't be expressed in words. The spaghetti was very soft on the tongue and the sauce that covered it was cooked with the right spices. Nickson couldn't keep his hands from rolling more spaghetti with his fork and then devouring it. The best spaghetti he's ever eaten. He had never tasted spaghetti with this delicious spice. Even Rebecca had never cooked spaghetti with a taste that could make his tongue sway.

She claimed the farthest corner seat, dropping her six-figure bag careless on the plastic chair beside. "Spicy kick?" The lady checked. "Load it up," Sophia grinned. "I'm a spice fiend." "You got it!" The woman hollered back cheery. Sophia had craved heat since kid days, but skin-care strict these years kept her from the heavy stuff. Roadside joint like this? Time to drown the hurt in fire. The lady hustled over a plate piled with chili-dusted wings. "My own blend—secret recipe. One taste, and they're hooked."

Sophie admitted, jotting something down. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You two are impossible.” “We’re thorough,” Fatima corrected, grinning. --- By lunchtime, my cravings had shifted again. This time, I wanted spaghetti. But not just any spaghetti—I needed it to be spicy. So spicy it could probably melt a hole in the wall. Jake, bless him, didn’t even question it as he helped me whip up a batch of extra-spicy marinara sauce. But when I sat down to eat, Sophie and Fatima were there, watching me like hawks.

His warm, spicy scent is a complement to the spices in my food. Malix has stopped channel surfing on some sitcom with a laugh track, and every time the audience roars at a joke, I get a twitch in my eye. Nothing to do now but settle in and wait. I take a bite of my burrito, cringing when the exterior is hotter than lava and the interior is still half-frozen. I force myself to chew and not gag, though I almost consider tossing this in the trash and going to chase down a rabbit instead.

He added confidently. As he served the dish on plates, the vibrant colors and enticing aroma were inviting. We sat down to eat together, and with every bite, I could feel the tension slowly melting away. It was as if the flavors were bringing comfort not just to my taste buds, but to my troubled mind as well. "So what do you think about my special dish?" Scott asked his gaze not leaving mine. The first bite of the "Spicy Serenity Stir Fry" exploded with flavors, and I couldn't help but smile at Scott's culinary prowess. "It's amazing," I replied genuinely.

Instantly, my mouth was on fire - the numbing spiciness nearly made me choke. I hadn't even seen Luke struggle with the heat yet, and here I was, already failing! Luke noticed my distress and passed me some water. "They import their chilies directly from Sichuan. Their extra hot is what they call 'demon level.' Usually only food bloggers attempt it." Me: !! Why didn't he warn me!

A small smile spreads through his lips, a genuine one as he replies, “ Beef Dumplings with their house special chili oil and prawn fried rice.” Alright. He is a regular. It's an odd feeling to realize that I'm learning a lot more of Spencer in the past few days than I did in the past three years. I've always found him closed off and arrogant. My mind dares to think again that maybe I mean a little bit more than a secretary to him. A woman can only hope!

“Noted, Miss Olivia. Anything else?” I hesitated, then smiled a little, feeling oddly shy about the last part. “I, uh… I have a guilty pleasure for spicy food. Like really spicy. Especially Korean food. Tteokbokki, ramyeon, kimchi—if it burns, I’ll probably love it.” Her eyes lit up in surprise. “Ah! Very well, miss. I’ll inform the kitchen.” “Thank you,” I said, already climbing the stairs before she could add another polite question.

The sudden urge to capture the droplet by languishly running her parched tongue across Jag's neck hit like a freight train and Camille suddenly found herself having to steady herself against the desk for a moment to compose herself. "Chilli." Camille stepped back from the desk with a smile once she felt composed enough to speak. "It's a good source of protein and fiber. Plus it has vegetables and cinnamon which is good for maintaining blood sugar levels." "It's a favourite amongst the men." Jag nodded as he approached the desk. "Us Draygonians are fond of…" "Spicy food." Camille finished eagerly. "And this is spicy." Jag raised an eyebrow in a mixture of surprised and impressed. "You know th