Spicy One Shots Novels & Stories

In front of me, the father of my unborn child was shirtless and focused on cooking something that involved spaghetti. The moment was almost the perfect imagination I used to dream about, but the fact that he kept refusing to wear a shirt was getting on my nerves. Doesn't he understand that it could be dangerous for my hormones if he keeps walking about with his naked, tattooed upper body? “And, done.” Alessandro Valante said, and I saw that he had dished our meal. His thick brows quirked, and his eyes fell on me as he said, “I am sure you won’t mind some spaghetti carbonara. It is my favourite, and I hope it can become yours too.”

“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.”

She moved fast. “Coming right up!” Within a minute, she slid two elegant glasses towards us. Clear liquid, an olive resting at the bottom, and the rims cool and smooth under my fingers. As I hadn’t drunk alcoholic drinks before, like finishing a whole drink in one sitting, I thought. “Just a sip. I won't drink a lot.” Before the rim could even touch my lips, Stacy was already done with her drink. She spoke loudly. “This won’t cut it. Ten shots of kamikaze, please.”

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

He even sent a message, "These chicken legs are so fragrant, thumbs up!" After a while, he deliberately posted a plate of stir-fried shrimp and deep-fried spare ribs. Elric wrote, "Not only is this shrimp fragrant, but it also has a fresh sweetness, delicious!" He added, "First time trying spicy spare ribs, so tasty!" Lindsay commented, "I also love this shrimp dish, so flavorful!" Wendy said, "I love the spicy spare ribs, so fragrant." Leslie added, "I prefer the fried meat, it's more delicious than anything I’ve had before."

I ask Hunter looking at his plate, interested in whatever he's eating. "Fried rice and chicken, you want a bite?" he offers me one bite from his food, I open my mouth taking the bite, it's good but then the spice hit, my eye went wide, it's extremly spicy and hot, my eyes strated to water and then I started crying. "Hey, what's wrong?" Logan says looking at me. "It's spicy," I cry out, Logan give Hunter another glare, a death glare this time. "I'll give you something to drink," Logan says bringing me a small box of chocolate milk, I took a big sip of it helping the hat die down.

He slides a small note across my table and I let out a slight grunt. “Alright, I’ll give you a call once it’s ready. You may leave" I state pulling out a cigarette and my lighter. This better be worth it. I run a hand through my head as the frustration slowly seeps in. I take a long drag and swallow, letting the burn settle through my chest. "George, get me some coke...Be fast about it"

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

----- Afternoon at Cheonggyecheon Stream Yoan gave Stephanie a bottle of beer and sat next to her. Stephanie smiled and took a sip of it. “I really miss our old time,” She said to him “Me too…..” Yoan added “Shall we go to pay a visit to Lee tomorrow?” Stephanie turned to Yoan “I’d love to, but is Martin okay with that?” Yoan sounds worried “I mean you and him now…” Yoan added Stephanie took a look at her left hand with a blue diamond ring on it and said, “He’ll be fine, don’t worry!”

Though I was the one treating them, once we arrived, I didn't even get a glimpse of the menu before the waitress started bringing out the food. Before I could say a word, Caleb said with a smile, "Tony, look how thoughtful Ms. Wagner is. She was worried about everyone going overboard, so she went ahead and pre-ordered for us." Michelle picked up the thread smoothly. "I'm a regular here. Everything is budget-friendly." Budget-friendly? I watched as platters of lobster, abalone, and crab were paraded onto the table. This spread alone had to cost thousands of dollars. My mouth couldn't help but twitch.