Spicy Excerpts Novels & Stories

He picked up my essay again, flipping pages slowly. “This section here where you describe the student craving discipline after hours. You detail her spreading wider on the desk, pleading for his fingers to stretch her while he explains her mistakes. Be specific. Why does that scenario consume you?” I licked my lips, my breath coming faster as I shifted forward in the chair.

"That's right. Let's dig in first and not talk about unhappy things for now, Amanda." Forget Cynthia, because even I was finding it hard to restrain myself. Chili con carne, black pepper chicken chop, spicy grilled chicken kebab, rindswurst, spicy smoked beef brisket, spicy shredded beef… There were simply too many delicious dishes on the table to count, but there was nothing among them that wasn't either spicy or greasy. Of course, such a spread was also basically an express ticket to hell for patients with cervical cancer. However, I could tell these were all ordered via takeout at a glance.

I hesitate, glancing at the angry runes still smoking faintly on his chest. "I'll be quick," I promise, pressing a fast kiss to his burning forehead. "Don't move. Please." I slip out of bed and hurry to the kitchen, my new heightened senses making everything feel overwhelming. The fridge light is too bright. The sound of my own footsteps echoes strangely. I crave spice. Plenty of heat. And meat. The juicy, soft kind, oozing with spice. Oh, I can almost taste it. My hands move on autopilot as I throw together the spiciest pasta I can manage with extra chilli flakes, chunks of sausage and beef, garlic, and a heavy drizzle of oil. The smell hits me like a drug, making my mouth water and my stom

She wasn’t going to rush ahead and claim a man that wouldn’t even look her in the eye and tell her what the f*ck was wrong with him now. “ At least, the devil momos escaped from his tyranny, imagine eating a bland momo called a devil.” said Mike sipping on his cocktail “ There is a spicy dish in here?” asked Reyna as she sat up straight, why didn’t he say that before instead? Mike turned to look at her with a sly grin. “ You like spicy?” “ F*ck yes,” said Reyna, her eyes brimming with excitement. “ I love spicy, now where is it?”

"I've always preferred the heat." As the meal winds down, the restaurant fills with the boisterous energy of Little Italy, but their table remains an island. Elias repeats the word 'piccante'—spicy—until Mia finally nods in approval. "You have a good ear," she says, her gaze lingering on the planes of his face. "I've been listening to you for months, Mia. I know the cadence of your voice better than my own." The confession is raw, unadorned. It hits her harder than the chili ever could.

he choked out as he reached for his glass of wine and took a big gulp. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to swallow it or not. It was so spicy that I knew I would regret it tomorrow. But I couldn’t very well spit it out. It was not a good look no matter how many times you had sex with the man. “How many chilies did you put in this?” I asked as I spooned some white rice that didn’t have any gravy on it to help ease the burn. “I don’t know. Only a little one. I used a curry paste out of the jar.”

I'll sort it out with her "I practically growled. I've given every second of my time over the last two years, I've worked my ass off here, I've created 70% of the dishes that are so highly praised in the reviews, if she thinks she can just walk over me like that, she's sorely mistaken. "Izzy... I didn't answer him, I walked away with two more plates in my hands, putting them in the bowl. But before I could walk away, Stacey returned with a plate in hand. Great, a refund, the night only gets better. "The customer complained that she'd ordered the meat well done, rather than raw," she told me. I took the plate, looking at the perfectly prepared medallion. "It's to the point. "I think she means

Come here," I said as I grabbed Freya's wrist and told her to sit beside me after I placed all our orders on the glass table. She looked hesitant but eventually started eating. I also took the first spoon from the dish that had been placed on my plate. As soon as the spicy food touched the tongue, it felt like fire immediately spread throughout the mouth. I tried to stay calm, holding back the burning spiciness, but honestly, this was way beyond my tolerance limit. Sweat started to trickle down my forehead, and I could feel the heat spreading to my stomach. However, I still tried to smile and continue eating, not wanting Freya to feel uncomfortable.

Her distorted reflection flickered across the chrome surface, warping and twisting as the coils began to glow. With a cheerful pop, the toast sprang up. “Here you go, Erica,” Louisa said proudly, plating the steaming snacks. “My famous grilled-cheese mini pizzas!” Erica raised a brow. “What is this?” “Everything a growing girl needs,” Louisa said with a wink. “Capsicum, tomato, and just a hint of hot spices.” “Really?” “Oh yeah. I love it spicy. Real hot. Can you handle it?” Erica smirked. “Yeah, of course I can.”

When he asked her what was wrong, Scarlett simply pointed at the dish of diced chicken laced with green peppers and said, “It’s so spicy that it makes me cry!” Victory heard Scarlett and laughed, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Scarlett! It’s just that we all really like spicy food… Do you not eat a lot of spicy food, then?” Scarlett replied with a smile on her face, “No, it’s not that. I do like spicy food, but I’m just too weak at the moment.”