Spicy Novels & Stories

The bossy tone is still there even in a normal question. "Spicy." "Like?" "Indian curries, Korean kimchi, Thai pepper steak." The names itself made my mouth water. God, how much I miss them now? Never cared to even buy them in three years and now suddenly because of this man,I wanted to go home and ask Sasha to cook them for me. Cayden used to cook for me. Now I miss him too. He smiled to himself as if he remembered an old joke. " A friend of mine forced me to eat an Indian curry in my childhood. My face flushed with one spoon. It was that spicy."

I explain and he continues putting the snacks into the kitchen cupboard. With no words, I go back upstairs and continue reading. After 30 minutes I finish some chapters and put my book back to my bag. In some way, I couldn't focus on my book. I thought of finishing a chapter and then go help Hudson a little out making dinner. As I walk down he's still in the kitchen cooking. "What are you cooking?" I finally ask. "Spaghetti Carbonara." He says proudly. "Oh, I've eaten that a lot in the daycare. I love it." I say wondering if I ever mentioned that I was a daycare worker. Probably I did because I know about his profession so he may know about mine too.

Hindi pwedeng mawala iyon dahil silang dalawa na ang best buddies simula noon hanggang sa lumisan si Lola Carmen. Kung dadalo si Lola Pressy, may puruhan bang magkikita sila ni Martin? Kung mamalasin pa'y baka kasama pa ang Mommy nito. Hindi naman pwedeng pagbawalan niya ang ginang na pumunta sa kanila. Masasabunutan na yata niya ang sarili dahil sa layo ng narating ng mga iniisip. "Gie, ito mas mura kaysa sa ibang spaghetti sauce na nakita natin." Iniabot sa kanya ni Ate Toyang ang pack.

His dark hair and grey eyes bore down intimidatingly on the cashier as he glanced at the menu in dead silence. Aqua placed her order perfectly, but Dawn had reservations about her decision. Although the hot sauce used in spicy tacos differed from wasabi in sushi, the mermaid wasn’t known to have a very high tolerance for capsaicin due to her bland diet under the sea. Unlike humans, spices weren’t readily available in the ocean, and merfolks did not have the luxury of cooking. Although he wasn’t a personal fan of overly spicy food, everyone in the Daniels famiglia had long built up resistance to spice because of Ricardo. The advi

I entered the kitchen and began cooking, with Kai's help. "Okay, how do I use a knife?" he asked, and I pursed my lips, only to have him laugh. "I'm kidding." I breathed a sigh of relief, then gathered all the ingredients I needed. I always preferred using fresh seasonings instead of powdered ones. My mother had taught me how to make homemade seasoning blends, using ingredients like garlic, cilantro, celery, chives, pimento, and hot peppers.

“Do you smell that?” I inhaled deeply. There…faint. The smell of smoke. Not campfire smoke, something bigger. “it’s coming from the direction of the pack.” Maya said, her face going pale. Fire. “We need to run,” I said. “Now.”

Felix stood up immediately and poured her another glass which she seized and drank. “What….” She coughed again. “What is this? Why is this…so spicy?” “Spicy?” Felix looked confused then he turned to the waiter nearby. “Why is this spicy?” The waiter rushed over. “It’s what you ordered for, sir.” “No I didn’t,” he snapped in annoyance. The waiter showed him the order he had chosen through the e-menu. “The dish was ordered with extra chilli oil and cayenne pepper, sir. Level four heat. You selected it yourself on the e-menu.”

There’s a level of properness in the South that will never make a bit of sense to me. I personally would have preferred to use my fingers, but I knew Darian would lose his mind if I went full savage at the table. I stuck to my spoon and ate with relish. Raven was eating well too, her appetite finally back after the heat. She reached for a bowl of spicy crab and, before I could utter a word of warning, bit right into a large claw. Spicy crab is a Northern delicacy. It’s an acquired taste because it is heavily seasoned with peppers that grow in the frost and only a few outsiders can actually stomach it without a gallon of milk.

Her distorted reflection flickered across the chrome surface, warping and twisting as the coils began to glow. With a cheerful pop, the toast sprang up. “Here you go, Erica,” Louisa said proudly, plating the steaming snacks. “My famous grilled-cheese mini pizzas!” Erica raised a brow. “What is this?” “Everything a growing girl needs,” Louisa said with a wink. “Capsicum, tomato, and just a hint of hot spices.” “Really?” “Oh yeah. I love it spicy. Real hot. Can you handle it?” Erica smirked. “Yeah, of course I can.”

“I want chicken soup.” “Alright." The woman spoke hesitantly. “M-Meazus... Ah, I mean, Mr. Meazus. Can I have dessert? I want something to eat.” “Sure. What would you like?” “Spicy ice cream.” Meazus furrowed his brow. “I never knew there was such a thing as spicy ice cream.” “You don't have to look for it. You just need to buy ice cream and hot sauce. I'll mix it together.”