Spicy Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

"What have you done to Freya Ace? He muttered, and went back to his room. *** Spooky was heading back to her room after having sex with a male mobster, when she saw Tornado coming her way, she smiled and quickly approach him. "Hi Tornado" She said smiling. Tornado looks at her with a frown. "What?" He asked. "I made some chips earlier because chips are your favorite, should I give you some chips? Spooky asked still smiling. "Not interested and don't talk to me ever again" Tornado warned her with a hateful look on his face, and he intentionally bumped shoulders with her while leaving.

"I am allergic to shrimp. I like spicy food. I once had my dick pierced when I was twenty and my mother is a former athlete." "Shrimp is your favorite. You are crazy about spicy food. You had your dick pierced when you were eighteen and not twenty, and yes, your mother is a former athlete I looked up to." This game shows how much you know about your ex-partner and how much you pay attention to every detail no matter how long it has been. And Macy knowing every detail just proved my point. They switched and Macy sat on the chair. "Hmm, I like art. I went skiing before and fell. I hate vegetables. Christmas is my favorite holiday and I don't like Halloween."

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

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."

The symphony of flavors dances upon her taste buds, transcending her into a world of pure bliss. Not one to shy away from bold flavors, Beatrice steers her breakfast adventure towards The Spicy Shack, a hidden gem renowned for its fiery morning delights. With a daring spirit, she orders a plate of huevos rancheros, adorned with zesty salsa and a sprinkle of fiery jalapeños. As the heat builds in her mouth, a twinkle of satisfaction lights up her eyes, knowing she has conquered yet another culinary challenge.

I placed it back on the plate, and chased the spicy taste with a hot steamy coffee. “How was it?” Ian asked softly. I shrugged. “Nice.” “Just nice.” I nodded. “That’s too bad then.” “It’s not. It’s now awful, just that I’m not a fan of spicy food. It makes me feel some type of way. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” I said calmly. He shrugged. “I do.” I went back to eating, but I could feel his gaze on me. It made me slightly uncomfortable. “I like it when you eat this way. I’m sure you couldn’t enjoy such healthy food with that man, did you?” He asked calmly.

Amayra raised her fist up and started concocting her cooking again. 30 minutes have passed, the second spaghetti has been successfully made. Amayra inhaled the scent and at that moment she choked when the smell of chili peppers was so strong in her nose. Actually, this is just trying to make spaghetti with a spicy taste. And sure enough, when Amayra tried it, the girl coughed heavily because it was too spicy and even felt like her lips were burning. Oh the danger if Inder eats it, her husband can get a stomachache and go in and out of the bathroom.

On the other hand, he is so pampered, feared and loved in this town that if he accidentally bumped into someone, they would probably be the ones apologizing to him and not the other way around. Okay, yes, the spoiled thing I got from all the internet research I've been doing this weekend on the guy. I was bored, okay? He keeps staring at me and I stare back at the jerk, straight into his electric blue eyes filled with anger, hatred and what looks like a hint of pain. He also has freckles on his nose that I hadn't seen at the funeral because I was so far away. But up close, wow, they suit him and somehow make him look more attractive. He has full pink lips that I wouldn't mind tasting sometim

The bossy tone is still there even in a normal question. "Spicy." "Like?" "Indian curries, Korean kimchi, Thai pepper steak." The names itself made my mouth water. God, how much I miss them now? Never cared to even buy them in three years and now suddenly because of this man,I wanted to go home and ask Sasha to cook them for me. Cayden used to cook for me. Now I miss him too. He smiled to himself as if he remembered an old joke. " A friend of mine forced me to eat an Indian curry in my childhood. My face flushed with one spoon. It was that spicy."

When the food arrived, he kept serving Siena, while Kimberly sat silently, barely eating anything. Noticing her lack of enthusiasm, Daniel asked, "Why aren't you eating?" "I can't handle spice," she replied flatly. Daniel paused, surprised. Kimberly often cooked spicy meals, so he had assumed she enjoyed them too, never noticing her true taste. Guilt stirred in him, and he grabbed the menu. "I'll order you something else. What would you like?" "No need. You guys enjoy your meal," she refused. Before he could insist, a passerby spotted Siena. "Ms. Siena Gallegos... and Mr. Daniel Carter?"