Spicy Quotes From Books Novels & Stories

Summer looked at each of us while eating her grilled cheese food. “Yeah..” Jane adjusted her seat. Then she drinks water. “And I remember you said that you eat spicy food that’s why we suggest you eat a spicy chorizo..” Candice entered after Jane uttered it, rolling her eyes. “But you vomited because you don’t like its taste, and besides it, it’s spicy. Right?” we suddenly laughed after Candice said that. “I thought you’re strong bitch? But you’re not!” Trisha uttered sarcastically. Summer just rolled her eyes at us and then give us a fierce look for a moment. We just laughed at what she was showing.

She wasn’t going to rush ahead and claim a man that wouldn’t even look her in the eye and tell her what the f*ck was wrong with him now. “ At least, the devil momos escaped from his tyranny, imagine eating a bland momo called a devil.” said Mike sipping on his cocktail “ There is a spicy dish in here?” asked Reyna as she sat up straight, why didn’t he say that before instead? Mike turned to look at her with a sly grin. “ You like spicy?” “ F*ck yes,” said Reyna, her eyes brimming with excitement. “ I love spicy, now where is it?”

Mummo interrupted, placing the fill in front of them. “This looks delicious.” Samson jeered as his mouth filled with water. “It looks tempting.” Margarita picked a chili and placed it on her plate. Margarita took a bite, and the spices on the Italian tongue released their effect, making her cough and burning her tongue with herbs. She coughed. Samson extended the water and was ready to take off from his seat to rub her back. “She doesn’t know how Mexican food tastes,” Laura commented, extending a glass of water. Her mercury eyes showed the redness of spices; she intakes and watches two glasses towards her. She took Laura’s. After a while, the burning stops.

she said, and poured a whole bottle of chili sauce all over the leftover rice and meat. “Here! If you want it, eat it!” she laughed. “It’s spicy! Burn your tongue! That is all you deserve!” Hazel looked at the red, spicy food. Her stomach was hurting so bad. But she was starving. She took a spoonful and put it in her mouth. It was burning hot! Spicy! It felt like fire was eating her throat and stomach. She was coughing and crying, but she swallowed it. She had to eat. She had to survive.

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

And knowing you as well as I do, I imagine it will have been quite a while since my passing before you finally open this letter. "We really did have something beautiful once, and that's why it hurts so much to know you've never loved me. I'm only writing to say one thing—thank you. For seven years, you let me believe in a beautiful dream. Now that it's over, it's time for me to go. Don't waste your time missing me." Conrad read my last note without showing a single flicker of emotion. Then, like a man hell-bent on punishing himself, he pored over the chat records I'd leaked to the paparazzi—reading them once, then twice, then again and again. He drowned in those messages from dusk till dawn.

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."

"I thought you always hated the spicy foods, Miss." The carriage then stopped in front of the vegetablea market, "Well, I know from the books that spicy foods can help you live longer, clean your digestion, and make your skin glowing." Of course it was a lie. But, Cecilia has to find a way to keep her out from suspiscion. Mary jaw dropped, "Wow, is it true? That was so wonderful!" Cecilia smiled before she took off from her carriage. The ladies then happily searching for the chilies and it seeds.

“There is a stain of broth on your lips.” “Oh! It’s good, but spicy.” I waved my hand to my face to cool it and blew my breath because my tongue felt burned. He chuckled. “You know it’s spicy. So why ordered it?” “Because it’s delicious. If it weren’t spicy, it would be less tasty.” “Your expression is cute. If only I took your pic, it would be lovely to print and place on my desk,” he said, laughing loudly. “Don’t you dare!” I took another piece of tissue to wipe the sweat flowing from my forehead. Then I waved my hand again to cool myself from the spicy broth I swallowed.

I could handle a lot of things, and spicy food wasn’t one of them. Just then, Owen leaned back in his chair and said, “One more bowl.” Tessa giggled, her voice a soft melody that made my stomach rumble harder than the spicy chili already had. “You always liked it this spicy, huh?” He gave her a smile, like the two of them were sharing some secret history together. Meanwhile, I sat there with my tongue burning and my lungs begging for mercy. Fuck this trait of not being able to eat spicy food! But as Owen’s face tipped toward me, I couldn’t help it.