Spicy Romance Novels & Stories

However, before I could say anything, Ryan chimed in coldly, "She can't handle spicy food. Although you were quite close during college, you still don't understand her taste..." "Mr. Frost." Jane tried to defend me with a smile on her face. "Who have you been paying attention to during the three years that you were married? Charlotte loves spicy food!" My heart ached. Jane was right. Who had Ryan been paying attention to? I had always accommodated him, but he had never cared about what I truly liked. Ryan furrowed his brow slightly. There was a hint of obscurity in his gaze, "You like spicy food?" "Yes." As I spoke, I peeled a shrimp and placed it in my mouth, swallowing it slowly, staring i

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

That was until she met Spencer. When they met, it seemed apparent that they were made for each other. Dedicated and loving, Spencer had been the perfect husband a woman could ever dream of. He respected her every decision and placed her above anything else in his life. He even had a notebook that he carried everywhere, which was dedicated to jotting down all of Nikita's whims and fancies. A glimpse into this notebook revealed that Nikita did not like fish, she despised onions, ginger, and garlic, she loved cherries, and she was often in a bad mood in the first hour upon waking.

"I've always preferred the heat." As the meal winds down, the restaurant fills with the boisterous energy of Little Italy, but their table remains an island. Elias repeats the word 'piccante'—spicy—until Mia finally nods in approval. "You have a good ear," she says, her gaze lingering on the planes of his face. "I've been listening to you for months, Mia. I know the cadence of your voice better than my own." The confession is raw, unadorned. It hits her harder than the chili ever could.

A lot of distaste and anger hidden beneath it. "Crazy right..?!" Spencer chuckled. "Super." Ignacio replied with absolutely no enthusiasm in his tone. "How did you propose?" "I didn't." Spencer responded with ease. "So—" Ignacio questioned. "My love is enough for the both of us." Spencer said with a smug look. So is ours. Ignacio thought to himself. "You know that guy from the cafe down the road Central Park?" Ignacio said softly. "Yeah.. kinda—" Spencer took a long breath.

“Please? Just leave it on while you cook. You look adorable. Just do this for me, your husband. That’s all I’m asking.” I glared. He gave me those big pleading eyes. Damn it. I dropped my hands. “Whatever.” He beamed and settled onto a stool at the counter, chin in his hand, watching me like I was the most interesting thing in the world. I turned back to the fridge. Then it hit me….spicy pasta. He hated anything spicy. Perfect revenge. I’d make it so hot his tongue would fall off and he’d hate me for real. I grabbed tomatoes, garlic, chili flakes and started chopping. His eyes never left me. Not once. Every time I glanced over, he was still staring, a soft smile, like he was memorizing every

said Rian who was just about to call one of the coffee shop employees, before Yara interrupted him with an order to her mother's employee to get Rian's experimental coffee from the refrigerator. "I'm getting ready to listen to her vent, she even wants to poison me," Rian grumbled. "This one is delicious, I swear. I guess I really have to break my heart before my coffee recipe can work." Rian received a glass of coconut milk coffee, the latest menu from Yara's experiment. After taking a sip, Rian nodded in agreement with Yara's previous words. "What's the reason he dumped you?" Rian asked curiously. "Shouldn't you be the one who dumped him? I've told you all along that he often takes advantag

Final] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ THEME: HAPPINESS & JUBILATION 💕 unknown pov💕 .. .. It’s been two years since the coming together of the Demon and vampire clan but Damien and Alisha decided to slow down in getting married.

I say, relieved when the waiter returns with a grilled platter of sizzling wings, a dipping sauce, our hot drinks, and a bottle of water. “Thanks.” Marcel says and I find myself admiring him. Was it strange that I wanted to brush my hand down his jaw? His dark chocolate eyes are watching me, and I suddenly feel thirsty. I look away, licking my lips. “So, do you like spicy food? These hot wings they have here are really tasty, and super spicy.” “I actually do. I tend to eat mild food with Corrado, but I do enjoy my spices. I do like eating green chillies by themselves.”

She asked professionally while looking at the couple. “I can eat spicily but, not much,” Sicilia asked. “Spicy is fine,” Pete replied. “That courageous of you,” Maya said teasingly with a bright smile. Stephany spoke, “Not much with spicy food.” Maya looked at Alexander with chins up as if challenging him. He narrowed his eyes and replied, “Any spice level is fine.” Maya nodded expressionlessly, but in her mind, Well, I did ask. Let’s see if you can handle insanely spicy without your a*s bursting.