Spicy Flings Novels & Stories

AVA. Two Days Later. 7am. The Glass Penthouse. I stood in the kitchen leaning lightly against the marble counter while scrolling slowly through my phone. The smell of the almost done macaroni cheese simmering on the electric cooker filled the kitchen beautifully. Warm. Creamy. My thumb moved lazily across my screen as I scrolled. Then I heard it. Footsteps. Approaching. I looked up. Lily stood at the kitchen entrance with her arms folded across her chest.

I purchased two packages of spicy-flavored venison jerky, handing one to Florian. He examined the package with a meaningful expression. "If moon-turning day, blood type, allergies, taste preferences, and my wolf instincts are all coincidences," he said slowly, "then I'll admit defeat." My heart skipped a beat. "Does Serena Shadowcrest also like spicy venison jerky?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He confirmed with a slight nod, his golden eyes watching me intently for my reaction. Doubt began to creep in despite my best efforts to suppress it. One or two similarities could be dismissed as coincidence, but so many? It seemed increasingly improbable.

he instructed as he changed into a pair of house slippers. On any other day, I would've instantly made my way toward the kitchen and cooked for him. This time, however, I only responded emotionlessly, "I'm already done with my lunch. You can go ahead and order something in." Zeke shot me a dissatisfied glance. Then, he suppressed his anger and said, "I know you're still mad about Thanksgiving, but I'm actually starving. Now's not the time for you to be kicking up a fuss." I turned around and smiled at him. "I'm not mad."

"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.

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cough "—this?!" I calmly took another bite, unbothered. The familiar burn of the spice settled comfortably across my tongue, sharp and soothing in an oddly reassuring way. "It’s spicy." "It’s like freaking lava!" Jeremy exclaimed. "My tongue is dying, help!" "It’ll survive." Jeremy clutched his drink like it was the antidote for poison, gulping it down as if his life depended on it. The plastic cup crumpled slightly under his grip, the ice inside rattling softly.

#Seamless fruits won’t attract flies.# #Sir, with all due respect, are you admitting that men are all flies? I bet flies are all feeling extremely aggrieved as your statement misrepresents them as a species.# #I only heard that flies grow up eating sh*t. Does that mean that’s the reason you’re able to utter pure bullsh*t!?# At a hotpot restaurant… Barbara and Maisie were eating beef slices while scooping more out of the pot of spicy broth. Both of them were sweating buckets from the spices.

She stood up and invaded the once quiet kitchen. "What are you- gosh, Cheeto, is my poor eyesight deceiving me, or those are really souffles?" He replied with a single nod, but that was enough to make the damsel melt in the puddle of what she'd call: biatch hours. And it's effing open. "I studied culinary arts, Spencer. I'm a chef, good grief. No need to gape." Oh. "Ate Bliss is also a chef, so that's how you guys met?"

“ I didn’t know what you like so I have brought a variety of cuisines for you. What would you like to have?” “ Hmm… Anything.” I muttered. I just wanted everything to be over quickly. I kept peeking behind her to see if someone was hiding. “ This is Quesadilla, I am sure you would like it.” She said serving me a dish. I didn’t wait to appreciate its appearance. I wolfed it down without tasting it. She wasn’t eating anything. She kept looking at me. This made me sooo conscious. I dropped some food on my clothes. She leaned forward to wipe it off with a tissue. Her heavenly fragrance tickled me. Why? Why? Why? Was she toying with me? I didn’t know how long I could bear this torture.

Pastries & Polaroids was a very aesthetic and well-maintained café, it’s environment flaunted Kyle’s cosy, nature loving taste, and the raven-haired loved working there, it was busy, but never hectic and the salary was perfect for his needs. When Lucas reached the café though, he was met with a disastrous mess, Kyle had burned his hand and was still trying to work, worsening the situation even more. It appeared particularly busy today, they were falling short of workers. “Kyle, leave it, let me do it!” Lucas urged and lightly pushed the older away from the coffee machine. “Lucas, at least let me help a little bit, the other waiter is not here too, you’ll get burdened!” Kyle fretted, supporti