Spicy Reading Novels & Stories

My mouth dropped as I looked at her, and the thought of her eating something extra spicy made me want to vomit. . c.m. louden

"So, what are wasting your time on Just eat." Debra's stomach was not very great. Her doctor asked her not to eat spicy food, so she don't eat hot and spicy food. "Have some!" Ethan put a ton of bucatini all amatriciana into the plate before Debra. Taking a gander at the hot and spicy food with new smell stacked up before them, Debra obscured her face. "Umm... Thanks" Debra started to eat slowly. It tasted great, however it was simply too spicy for her to such an extent that she felt her lips and tongue were not hers any longer.

Come here," I said as I grabbed Freya's wrist and told her to sit beside me after I placed all our orders on the glass table. She looked hesitant but eventually started eating. I also took the first spoon from the dish that had been placed on my plate. As soon as the spicy food touched the tongue, it felt like fire immediately spread throughout the mouth. I tried to stay calm, holding back the burning spiciness, but honestly, this was way beyond my tolerance limit. Sweat started to trickle down my forehead, and I could feel the heat spreading to my stomach. However, I still tried to smile and continue eating, not wanting Freya to feel uncomfortable.

"There's a spot on the top floor that's supposed to be amazing. But quick question - can you actually handle spice?" "I'm down to try." Just a few words, but that stubborn fire in Cassandra's eyes flared up fast. Seraphina hadn't expected that - the jab was mostly playful. Still, if Cassandra wanted to play hardball. She brought her to a restaurant infamous for its 'melt-your-face' level spice. Something in Seraphina's alpha instincts stirred - darkly amused - as she pointed out the hottest items, the ones marked with triple chili warnings. Watching Cassandra gasp, down water like her life depended on it, her lips and eyelids turning red and puffy, gave Seraphina a strange, quiet thrill. I

She claimed the farthest corner seat, dropping her six-figure bag careless on the plastic chair beside. "Spicy kick?" The lady checked. "Load it up," Sophia grinned. "I'm a spice fiend." "You got it!" The woman hollered back cheery. Sophia had craved heat since kid days, but skin-care strict these years kept her from the heavy stuff. Roadside joint like this? Time to drown the hurt in fire. The lady hustled over a plate piled with chili-dusted wings. "My own blend—secret recipe. One taste, and they're hooked."

But something about its presence, the way it was there without explanation, paralyzed me. I bent down to pick it up. My fingers met the paper, smooth and cold. I turned it over for a long time before opening it, weighing it, feeling it, trying to guess its contents by touch alone. There was something about this paper, this black ink, that sent a chill down my spine. And heat elsewhere. Very hot. A wave of heat in the pit of my stomach, inexplicable, inappropriate.

Smiling back, Drake can’t help but feel like something isn’t right. He feels strange. Never did Kianna love eating spicy food. He knew it. Even after living together with her for so long, he can’t help but find it cute how Kianna can’t really hold the taste of spicy things. The only spiciness she could handle was the one that was made of ginger. ‘When did she like spicy food? No, since when was she able to eat spicy food?’ “Is there something wrong?” Shaking his head, he breaks yet another chili. To add it to the sauce. But… she did not even complain about it.

Chapter Fourteen: What I Was Never Meant to See Camille’s POV My stomach twisted again. I pressed my hand against it and closed my eyes. The strange feeling had been coming and going since evening. It wasn’t pain exactly. It was more like a strong craving. Spicy food. My mouth suddenly filled with the taste of pepper in my imagination. I let out a small breath. “Maybe the baby wants something spicy…” I murmured softly. The maids had already prepared dinner earlier, but the smell of their food didn’t feel right to me tonight. Everything felt too plain.

I placed it back on the plate, and chased the spicy taste with a hot steamy coffee. “How was it?” Ian asked softly. I shrugged. “Nice.” “Just nice.” I nodded. “That’s too bad then.” “It’s not. It’s now awful, just that I’m not a fan of spicy food. It makes me feel some type of way. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” I said calmly. He shrugged. “I do.” I went back to eating, but I could feel his gaze on me. It made me slightly uncomfortable. “I like it when you eat this way. I’m sure you couldn’t enjoy such healthy food with that man, did you?” He asked calmly.

After finishing the entire glass, Liam finally felt the burning ease. "I've had spicy food before," he said honestly. "But this kind sneaks up on you. It doesn't hit right away--and by the time you realize it, it's already too late. I suppose I made a fool of myself." "That's normal," Hugh replied. "I've learned the hard way too. You think it's mild, take a big bite--and when the heat kicks in, it's like taking a shot of strong liquor. Completely overwhelming." "At least it was me," Liam said, glancing at Cecilia, who was still trying not to laugh. He genuinely doubted she'd survive it--she'd probably end up in the ER.