Spicy One Shots Novels & Stories

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.

“Eat up before the food gets cold.” “Thud!” Susan slammed her utensil down, her chest heaving. “We are a table of twelve, and this is what you get us?” One family member uttered, “Macie, surely, this is a mistake. This isn’t quite the New Year’s Eve spread we usually have. In previous years, the family would have a feast with plenty of the finest seafood. This year, the table looked barren, set with only a small buffet. The only thing remotely close to a shellfish blowout was a measly shrimp cocktail.

Piper and Sabrina should be here by now. “Okay,” Antonio says. “Look. More drinks. We’re going to do this one together. All of us. Let’s go.”The girl comes back with another round and this time me and Jordan look at each other. “Just one,” Antonio pleads, making us both sigh out loud. Grabbing the glasses, we lift them from the table, clink in the center, and all drink at once, feeling the spicy burn of whatever the hell is in the “signature shot”.

The walls were covered with vintage Italian posters, and a massive wood-fired oven dominated the back wall. "What looks good?" I asked, scanning the chalkboard menu. "You pick. I trust your judgment." I approached the counter where a bearded man greeted us. "What can I get you ladies?" "One large Margherita and one large..." I glanced at the specialty options. "What's the 'Inferno'?" "Spicy soppressata, calabrian chilies, hot honey. Not for the faint of heart." He mimed wiping sweat from his brow. "Perfect. We'll take that too."

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

The symphony of flavors dances upon her taste buds, transcending her into a world of pure bliss. Not one to shy away from bold flavors, Beatrice steers her breakfast adventure towards The Spicy Shack, a hidden gem renowned for its fiery morning delights. With a daring spirit, she orders a plate of huevos rancheros, adorned with zesty salsa and a sprinkle of fiery jalapeños. As the heat builds in her mouth, a twinkle of satisfaction lights up her eyes, knowing she has conquered yet another culinary challenge.

I just want to stop thinking. The bartender places a shot of vodka in front of me, and after nodding my thanks, I pick it up and down it in one go. I hiss as the alcohol makes its way past my throat, but the burning sensation is exactly what I want. Setting the glass down, I take in the environment around me.

Lisa grumbles, she tries to hide her face and believe me I stand with her, and right now, I think I’m about to gag from all this drama, but I think I can survive because nothing, and I mean nothing beats my sister’s. “what the fuck do you want hobo” Lisa sounded indifferent, not even trying to hide her irritation as she gave Stephen cold stares. “Babe, don’t be like that… this hobo here, just wants to make his princess happy” Stephen sounded like fucking cupid and makes me cringe “Are you seriously shitting with me, who are you calling princess?” “You babe… tell me, what would you like for breakfast hmm… strawberry milk or chocolate milk?” Stephen asks, holding out a pack of both strawberry

But I’m not fast enough to caution the European she-wolves not to take my sister’s bait. Kayleigh and Gisella each, immediately, grab and gobble up the crackers before Gunner and I can warn them of the spicy appetizers. “Wait those are—.” Gunner stops mid-sentence to grab cold drinks for the women who are now choking and coughing with tears from the spicy bite. “Spicy…” I manage to say, while rubbing Kayleigh’s back and holding the glass of water for her while she chugs the cold liquid. “You said, ‘candied’…” Gisella tries to speak in between coughing from the spiciness.

''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?"