Spicy Flings Novels & Stories

“No one has told me I have great skills in cooking but so far, no one has died from it.” She chuckled. “What’s your specialty? What spicy food do you often cook?” “Filipino food?” “Yes, Filipino food.” “Bicol express.” ‘Of course,” she said and chuckled. “There’s this spicy food I always prepare and eat when I was still in America,” he said. “It’s called Suicide Chicken Wings.” “Ohh, the name says it all.” “But it really won’t kill you,” he said, chuckling. “You, what’s your specialty?”

When the waiter turned to me, I decided to speak in Italian, mostly to distract myself from my lingering irritation. “Insalata di pollo con succo di lime, per favore “(Chicken salad with lime juice, please.”,)I said, handing the menu back to the waiter. I didn’t miss the subtle arch of Aiden’s brow, or the hint of a smile that tugged at his lips. “You’ve been learning,” he remarked, sounding genuinely impressed. “Some of us don’t have the luxury of relying on charm for everything,” I shot back, a small smirk on my lips as I picked up my water glass.

"What the hell is going on here?” “What the fuck do you think is going on?” Alaric shot back. “Oh, I have a damn good visual.” Anger pricked at Alaric's skin, and he had to tell himself that this was his partner, so it wouldn’t be appropriate to thump his ass. “Be careful what you say next,” he warned in a low voice. “I’m not fucking with you.” An incredulous look crossed Paul's expression as he pushed away from the table, glancing into the dining room. “That’s fucking Miss Spencer. Good for you, man.”

*********************************** In the bustling kitchen, Davina focused on preparing a delicious batch of spaghetti when Xavier strolled in, his curiosity piqued. "What are you cooking?" he asked. Rather than offering a verbal response, Davina opted to showcase her culinary creation by lifting the pot's lid. Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you just answer me? It looks like you're cooking nonsense," he remarked, provoking her annoyance. "I'm a skilled cook, and this is going to be delicious. If I were cooking nonsense, it's none of your concern," Davina retorted, her patience wearing thin. Xavier's response was a dismissive grumble. With a chuckle, Davina assured him that she will b

The sweet scent of mortals in their prime as they entertain their exuberance. It has always been his pleasure. What better way to live in a world where his kind are called monsters. He leaves the women and goes to the bar where Bryan is on duty. Bryan serves his boss a glass of bourbon. No need to ask, he knows his boss after all. “I didn’t see you guys today,” Marcel’s French accent annoys the sphinx. “I almost forgot that you are still alive, Smeagle” Samuel mocks him. Marcel sniffs into the air and spits.

He was staring at the view outside but I know his mind are on her. " I wish I have just like you." ### " Do you eat spicy foods?" Zeke asked me. We are now at the spicy restaurant and of course they serve spicy dishes. I love spicy foods. When I was young, I eat chillies as my hobby. "Of course! " I answered right away. The Zeke I saw before has changed. He grin at me as she points out the bowl of meet and chillies almost covering it. Well, that's what the poster said. There's also a grilled chili with mayo and a fried meat. My mouth became so watery as I imagined eating them.

Ruby responded in excitement. “Now, these are four versions of the same chicken wrap. However, each carries a different flavor twist. Your task is to taste and tell me which flavors you detect.” She held up a flash card for each pair of flavors. “We got honey with mustard, lime with cilantro, smoked paprika with garlic, and finally ginger with chili.” Julia took a step toward the pair, but Ary gave her the signal not to interrupt them. Using a knife and fork, Elena cut the chicken wraps into small, bite-sized pieces Ruby could chew with ease.

With a soft, sweet start, I’m lost as he pulls me closer, tempting my lips to open and rewarding me with the promise of his tongue. I already know how talented he is with his lips and tongue. And while he can take me to ecstasy when he uses it on my sensitive parts, even with a kiss he has my insides twisting. The spicy aroma of pizza causes my stomach to rumble, ending our kiss with his soft laugh. “My lady, are you hungry?” I inhale the scent of his cologne encompassed in garlic and oregano. “For so many things. How about you?” “Famished. Let’s satisfy one hunger at a time?”

The flight to Rome had been long, but Mason arrived with little time to rest. He moved quickly through the crowded streets, blending easily into the rhythm of the city. Rome was alive with energy, its ancient walls carrying whispers of history, but Mason’s focus was fixed only on one person: Sofia Rinaldi. She was the second name on Claudia’s list, and if she aligned with Claudia, the damage could ripple through both boardrooms and headlines.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."