Spicy Novels & Stories

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

“Noted, Miss Olivia. Anything else?” I hesitated, then smiled a little, feeling oddly shy about the last part. “I, uh… I have a guilty pleasure for spicy food. Like really spicy. Especially Korean food. Tteokbokki, ramyeon, kimchi—if it burns, I’ll probably love it.” Her eyes lit up in surprise. “Ah! Very well, miss. I’ll inform the kitchen.” “Thank you,” I said, already climbing the stairs before she could add another polite question.

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.

Iris said. "Non-spicy," Jason remarked, glancing at her. The waiter asked, "Which one is it?" "Non-spicy," Jason instructed firmly. Iris, thinking Jason couldn’t handle spicy food, said to the waiter, "Non-spicy it is." After the waiter left, Iris commented, "Eating barbecue without spice is missing half the taste." "Spicy food is bad for your wound," Jason replied casually. Iris was taken aback. She had assumed Jason didn’t want it spicy due to personal preference, but it turned out he was concerned ab

Marilyn smiled, "I didn't know Mr. Lowe also likes spicy food." Marilyn's lips were as red as the rose because of the chili. Her beautiful eyes flickered with an indescribable charm. She moved Malcolm's heartstrings. Malcolm forced a smile and said, "The spicy food goes viral online. Many people post their recipes. Everyone loves spicy food." "Damn it, it was too spicy. I don't like it at all!" Malcolm screamed in his mind. He only ate fancy lobsters. Their meat was juicy and delicious. The cook would season the lobster properly and he could calmly enjoy the beautif

I heard Triston's soft snores as we finally landed. This was supposed to be our refuel spot then we would be taken directly to our private island. An attenedent came up to my side, "May I interest you in some late lunch?" I felt my stomach grumble at the notion, nodding to her. "We have a braised beef bolognese, miso-crusted salmon or duck n bao?" I stared out at Triston, trying to see if I could order for him. Then I recalled... Nothing I cooked nowadays, no meals were truly shared. He was always eating something else. Instead I answered for myself, "I will have the salmon." I rocked forward on my seat, placing my hand on Triston's knee.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

My fists clenched as I felt my face hardened. It was them. Ashely and that piece of s- "Hey, Jake, let's go," Tatiana called out, distracting me from pulverizing that asshole as I nodded before following behind her. As we entered the restaurant or more like a diner or maybe both, this place was really packed so I'm guessing it's really popular, "So I'm guessing this is like a hot-spot?" I asked as Tatiana smirked, "Yup, everyone comes here, the food is the bomb," she replied as I nodded while looking around before she pulled me over to a booth.