Spicy One Shots Novels & Stories

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.

His loss. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> My pussy clenches so hard I nearly gasp. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Can I buy you a drink?" he asks. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I have one." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Then can I buy you another one? When that one's empty?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

After that, she stood up and went back to her seat. ​Fero, on the other hand, opened his closed eyes. "Oh no, Little Fero had his hard on, oh." Ziel teased him. "5 shots of spiced rum for you, Baby Fero." Fero angrily went to my pool's bar counter, got a spiced rum, and chugged the contents of five shot glasses. ​Next, Jaira spun the bottle, and it landed on Jayce. ​"I'll go with Dare," he said, and Jaira clapped in her seat.

The plan was ruined. Four people barbecuing—double the romance. As always, Sydney and Julian took their usual seats. Tiffany sat across from Sydney, which left Raymond beside her, opposite Julian. Raymond pulled out a brand-new grill from Julian's kitchen. "I bought a few different sauces. Which two do you want?" Sydney remembered that Raymond couldn't handle spice. She was about to speak when Tiffany smiled and said, "Spicy chipotle and fiery ghost pepper." The words caught in Sydney's throat.

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 order spicy pasta with pepper soup and just water. Jonas wrinkles his face at my choice of food. "How do you digest so much spice lady Rosie?" I shrug. "Yeah." Amara says. "You only ever eat spicy food. Why?" "Every other thing just tastes like... Ash." "That's weird." Violet mumbles. "Anywho... Today's bill's on me!" "Why?" Jonas blurts out. "That's weirder than lady Rosie's love for spice." Her honey coloured eyes begins to twinkle and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

It frustrated me that he thought me so little of me that he was convinced I was unable to make my way to the dinning hall. I stepped forward, Vycer's hands locked into mine. I hated that feeling. The feeling of interlaced fingers. Every part of my body wanted to rip my hand from his yet, I also found the warmth of his palms soothing, settling. So much different from the icy embrace that he sported just a day earlier. It very much reminded me of Jace. How he, and his people, always felt warm. It didn't matter what group of Wild Ones I encountered on my travels because they all emitted the same warmth. As if they could channel the heat of the sun into their hands. I had never met anyone who co

The tyronimic got closer, unrelenting in its velocity and intensity. When it was close enough for its stench to invade their nostrils, Gerey Wysalt shot a long, unending blaze out of the bloody ground onto the tyronimic. It was like water forcing out of fountain or spring - beautiful and mesmerizing, just that this time, it was blue flames and one couldn't run his fingers through it for the peaceful trickle. The tyronimic's skin colour changed to a darker shade of black the aroma of roasted barbecue filled the atmosphere as it slumped to the ground that very moment and died on the spot.

Sophie admitted, jotting something down. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You two are impossible.” “We’re thorough,” Fatima corrected, grinning. --- By lunchtime, my cravings had shifted again. This time, I wanted spaghetti. But not just any spaghetti—I needed it to be spicy. So spicy it could probably melt a hole in the wall. Jake, bless him, didn’t even question it as he helped me whip up a batch of extra-spicy marinara sauce. But when I sat down to eat, Sophie and Fatima were there, watching me like hawks.