Spicy Reading Novels & Stories

I sneer right back making my way hastily to our table. I don’t like the attention she was attracting towards us; I could tell she was loving but me uh uh nope! As I sit, Sam and Justin are staring at me weirdly. “What?” I ask, kind of getting creeped out. I open my spaghetti and start stuffing my mouth, I’m kind of hungry because I didn’t eat breakfast. Now they’re just watching me eat, I have the strangest friends... “Y-yo-you just spoke up to Tiffany, when you have attention anxiety... and-and-” I cut off Sam’s babble with a groan.

Charlie placed his bet on Remi’s low spice tolerance. Ping! [The Godfather is intrigued by the butter chicken sandwich’s polarising capsaicin level. You have been awarded 100 credits.] Thanks to the curious taste testers, Chatura's leftover butter chicken sandwich was not wasted. Although inconclusive, the votes were almost fifty-fifty, with girls finding it spicier than boys. “Whew! That was interesting,” Sasha admitted. “I’d never eaten anything so spicy.” Oritha groaned. Even after drinking so much water, the churning feeling in her stomach did not go away.

''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?"

“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.”

“Noted, Miss Olivia. Anything else?” I hesitated, then smiled a little, feeling oddly shy about the last part. “I, uh… I have a guilty pleasure for spicy food. Like really spicy. Especially Korean food. Tteokbokki, ramyeon, kimchi—if it burns, I’ll probably love it.” Her eyes lit up in surprise. “Ah! Very well, miss. I’ll inform the kitchen.” “Thank you,” I said, already climbing the stairs before she could add another polite question.

I hesitate, glancing at the angry runes still smoking faintly on his chest. "I'll be quick," I promise, pressing a fast kiss to his burning forehead. "Don't move. Please." I slip out of bed and hurry to the kitchen, my new heightened senses making everything feel overwhelming. The fridge light is too bright. The sound of my own footsteps echoes strangely. I crave spice. Plenty of heat. And meat. The juicy, soft kind, oozing with spice. Oh, I can almost taste it. My hands move on autopilot as I throw together the spiciest pasta I can manage with extra chilli flakes, chunks of sausage and beef, garlic, and a heavy drizzle of oil. The smell hits me like a drug, making my mouth water and my stom

“So… SPICY is it? Just that?” Bree tilted her head, smirking. “Girl, you can’t just stop at SPICY. That’s cute, but we need something… sexy. Something that makes people curious keeps them wanting more.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sexy, huh? Like what?” Bree’s fingers drummed against the table as she thought. Then her eyes lit up. “Spicy… Temptation! That’s it. It’s mysterious, alluring… it screams ‘look at me’ without giving it all away.”

“You know…” Derek said under his breath as he reached for his water, eyes glinting with mock betrayal, “when you said spicy… I wasn’t imagining melting my tongue off.” I laughed, nearly choking on my own bite as I set my taco down, covering my mouth with one hand. The spice was real, molten lava disguised as salsa roja but the burn was worth the look on his face.

It prompted me to eat the spicy food cooked by Stella my male ego. There is no such thing as eating too much spicy food; doing so can harm your health. My subconscious prevented me from consuming spicy food me. "I'll make you less hot food right now, Mr. Woods." She was wearing a triumphant smile. I will not let her win at all costs.

The sudden urge to capture the droplet by languishly running her parched tongue across Jag's neck hit like a freight train and Camille suddenly found herself having to steady herself against the desk for a moment to compose herself. "Chilli." Camille stepped back from the desk with a smile once she felt composed enough to speak. "It's a good source of protein and fiber. Plus it has vegetables and cinnamon which is good for maintaining blood sugar levels." "It's a favourite amongst the men." Jag nodded as he approached the desk. "Us Draygonians are fond of…" "Spicy food." Camille finished eagerly. "And this is spicy." Jag raised an eyebrow in a mixture of surprised and impressed. "You know th