Spicy Novels & Stories

His lips didn’t pucker, no flinching, no sweating—none of the usual human reactions to extreme spiciness. “Is he… a robot?” Jeslyn muttered under her breath. “Mmm,” Leonel hummed with a nod. “Interesting. There's a spicy kick to it. New experiment?” Jeslyn’s eyes widened. What?! He likes it?! “Uh… yeah,” she answered quickly, almost reflexively. “It’s… a new variant. Hellfire Lava Dessert.” Leonel smirked. “Nice name. Fits a woman like you.” “A woman like me?” Jeslyn raised a brow.

I said, hoping my voice didn't sound strange. "Spicy? It tastes alright to me. Don't you like spicy food anymore?" My mom asked, immediately concerned. "Yeah... Oh. Um... My spice tolerance must have reduced." I muttered, pushing a meatball into my mouth to stop myself from moaning. Dante had slipped a finger inside of me and was gently stoking the heat. My grip on the fork tightened as he curled his finger inside of me and began stroking that sensitive part. "Oh... You have to be careful then if your spice tolerance has reduced. You don't look very comfortable." My mom added.

"Just do this for me, okay? You two should meet one last time! All these old memories are hitting me out of nowhere!" "Are you insane? After that messy cheating scandal, why should Jean have to deal with him again?" "Exactly! Jean deserves way better than a trash like Conrad!" "Hey, stop spreading lies! Jenny's texts to Jean never actually proved anything physical happened between her and Conrad, okay?" "Even if he didn't sleep around, he's still trash. Cheaters don't change. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Jean needs to move on and find someone better. We're queens. We play men, not the other way around!"

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."

Charlie placed his bet on Remi’s low spice tolerance. Ping! [The Godfather is intrigued by the butter chicken sandwich’s polarising capsaicin level. You have been awarded 100 credits.] Thanks to the curious taste testers, Chatura's leftover butter chicken sandwich was not wasted. Although inconclusive, the votes were almost fifty-fifty, with girls finding it spicier than boys. “Whew! That was interesting,” Sasha admitted. “I’d never eaten anything so spicy.” Oritha groaned. Even after drinking so much water, the churning feeling in her stomach did not go away.

I smiled and dolled him a hefty portion. “You’re both nuts! I’m glad your ass holes are going to burn, and mine isn’t. Who the fuck likes that spicy shit?” I placed the pizza in front of my dad, who bit into it with theatrical flair. “Nuts!” my brother repeated. “My condolences to your butts.” Dad started laughing hard, and even I found my cheeks twisting into a smirk. It was one of the things my dad and I had in common. We both loved our spicy food. The hotter, the better. My brother and my mom hated anything to do with it.

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.

Still, the sweet smile and warm eyes were unfazed. “Spicy” he mumbled without moving his gaze off her “Yeah… you are right, like a jalapeno” Joseph followed Mike’s eye line, looking at Sarah too. Odd, father and son have the same taste in women. Mike smirked and looked back at his dad “Mine is wasabi”

''Oh my God, was it that horrible? He held up a finger as he down his glass of wine, then start chugging down mine. ''Are you ok?'' ''Why is it so spicy?'' ''Oh, because I made spicy chicken and broccoli stir-fry.'' I smiled. Jasper gagged. ''I don't normally eat my food with this much kick to it.'' "Sorry.'' Jasper held up a hand. “It's good. Just never expected it to be so spicy." "Are you only saying that to not hurt my feelings?"

She looked at the sad-looking Isaac and said, "Don't worry. If you don't like a spicy burger, you can order something else." Isaac frowned. Did she just look down on him? He also ordered a McCrispy Chicken Burger. He took one bite of the burger and started to choke from the heat. He drank half of his cola just to mask the heat. "Why in God's name will you eat this kind of thing..." Isaac frowned. "I got a cold." Hazel said, "I think spicy food is better when you get a cold." "Just like that?" Isaac was motionless. "What else did you expect?" Hazel asked.