Spicy Novels & Stories

It began happening with more and more frequency; the tightness and then the release¡­same scenario, different facts. She is just sitting in class, minding her own business and one girl is wearing a denim jumper almost like the one she is wearing; except Juicy's outfit is not a knock-off like the other girl's. And her friends are snickering and making fat jokes. For a moment, Juicy thinks, 'I shouldn't have worn this. I'm never wearing this again¡­' The next minute she is picturing Felix's face when he picked this outfit for her. Juicy knows that rage has a distinct flavor. She tastes it on her tongue, it's like a copper penny or maybe just the taste in your mouth when your Momma runs a

I couldn’t even tell what it tasted like, all I could say was that it was horrible, it had a more horrible taste than the food I hated the most. I spit it out, grabbing the glass of water and gulping it down. The food was spicy, salty, it had different tastes that I couldn’t quite comprehend, I wondered what he added to it. I looked up at him, and he hung his head immediately. “I’ve never cooked before, I decided to try because you have to eat.” He stated. I faked a smile, “it’s fine, I am fine, I don’t have to eat.” I said, I simply can’t eat the food he cooked.

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.

Nathan immediately ate it, Nathan’s saliva was already dripping from seeing the melted sauce on the Spaghetti. “Huh, hah! Spicy … spicy …,” Nathan covered his mouth full of spaghetti to keep it from coming out. “Nathan, my goodness. Drink this first,” Emely handed Nathan a glass of drink. Emely knows that her child is very anti-spicy food. Nathan gulped it down so fast that there wasn’t a drop left. “Huh ... spicy,” his face looks red from the spiciness, let alone his lips. “Damn it!” Now he looks very angry.

I am a really bad person. He hands me an empty dish plate and smiles when he turns it to me. The surface is reflective and the person who looks back at me has flaming red cheeks and snot streaming down her nose. I grab a napkin and clean the snot immediately. Raymel keeps an eyebrow arched up at me and I blush even harder. "I didn't expect the spice. Is it usually always that hot?" He chuckles and shakes his head "Not all the time. it just depends on the way you cook it I guess. It's the same way some dishes can be spicy because they have spice in them."

Olivia left the restaurant with a mixture of emotions boiling inside her, anger, fear, and a sensation that she couldn't quite place. Victor's proposition replayed in her mind, the possessive tone of his voice and the way he looked at her as though she were already his. It was maddening and crazy, but a tiny voice in her head reminded her of her financial situation that had pushed her to accept the meeting in the first place.

“AAAAH! IT’S SO SPICY!” His eyes widened in shock. “Wait—water!” He immediately handed me his bottled water. I gulped it down like my life depended on it, fanning my mouth as tears welled in my eyes. “Why is it so spicy?! But… oh my gosh, it’s actually good. Like, painful but delicious.” He looked half-concerned, half-amused. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to give you the spicy one.” “I’m fine,” I coughed, still fanning my mouth. “It burns… but it’s weirdly addictive.”

"Hello, has my order been started?" "Madam, your order is ready for delivery. It will arrive in about ten minutes," the waiter replied politely. "Please include some extra condiment packets," Melanie said nonchalantly. "Sure. May I ask what flavor you prefer?" "I love the spicy flavor. The insanely spicy one," Melanie pronounced each word decisively. "Alright. I'll add some extra chili oil for you," the waiter responded, slightly puzzled. After all, the dishes the lady ordered were light. Why would she want it to be insanely spicy?

At that, he smiled victoriously while asking, “Would you like it to be slightly spicy or moderately spicy?” To his surprise, she answered, “I want it to be super spicy.” Heather put on a steely look, though her obstinance was part of her charm. Matthias was surprised, so he tried to confirm with her once more. “Are you sure you want that?” He liked spicy food, and the hotpot was made in authentic Clysedale style, so it was really spicy. Thus, he was worried she wouldn’t be able to take it. “Yeah. I can take sp

Sienna’s POV As I finally calm down, I sit there tearing up my jerk chicken, my jerk egg rolls, anything with heat, anything with spice, because that’s literally all I crave. This baby is about to come out with a full coat of hair the way these spices are tagging my esophagus. The heartburn is unreal, and Knox keeps telling me to stop eating spicy foods, but listen… it’s a habit at this point. And the wild part? Before I got pregnant, I couldn’t stand spicy foods. Now, from the flavor, to the burn, and the essence, yum yum yum. I’m a whole hypocrite.