Sukuna X Megumi Spicy Novels & Stories

Vivian chuckled softly, "Great minds think alike, Aurelia." But then, her tone turned serious as she added, "But there's something you should know. Alpha Dante despises spicy and salty food. It's one of the few things that can truly anger him and put him in a foul mood." I was taken aback by this revelation. Alpha Dante, with his strong and composed demeanor, could be rattled by something as simple as spicy or salty food? It was almost hard to believe. Nevertheless, I listened intently to Vivian's explanation.

“Hold it together. Dose is coming after morning skate.” The stronger dose arrived in Merrick’s office disguised as a “recovery injection.” Callan administered it himself while I sat on the table, sleeve rolled up. The needle went in smooth, but the burn that followed was vicious. Fire spread up my arm and into my chest, making the link roar to life. “Fuck,” I hissed, gripping the edge of the table. “It’s worse this time.” Callan’s hand rubbed slow circles on my back. “Breathe through it. The sync is deepening. You’ll feel more of me. I’ll feel more of you. Pain, pleasure, everything.”

"Now let's eat." "Well since we don't cook, I order, pizza, hot wings and onion rings. Is that okay?" "I think that's the highlight of the date." I giggled. He shook his head. We enjoyed our food and relaxed by a tree. I couldn't believe I was on a date with Phoenix. I am dating a vampire. He's right, I am crazy for dating him. But feels so right. "Ever been skinny dipping?" He asked while playing with my hands. "No, why?"

“You’re here to tell me everything.” Tamika’s cheek stung, but she clenched her jaw. “I don’t know what you want to hear.” Selene exhaled through her nose. Her hand lifted, and from the shadows, Ilya brought forward a small metal rod, red at the tip from a fire pit hidden behind a panel. Tamika’s eyes widened in horror.

Jenatrix announced while looking up at President Chang and pulling her lip gloss out of her illuminated purse. President Chang watched as Jenatrix applied the lip gloss to her full lips while nodding her head rhythmically to Megan Thee Stallion. While staring across the way at Jenatrix, she could sense a danger she had never sensed before. Something was wrong, and President Chang felt that looking at Jenatrix was like looking into the mouth of a dragon. “I’m hungry,” Jenatrix smirked while standing up from her seat. The albino hitwoman snapped her fingers and danced to her hip-hop music while making her way over to President Chang’s husband.

“ Oh , I am sorry . Usually when Luna gets drunk , she likes to hold things . “ said Mel with a smile . “ Does she even hug people ? “ asked Massimo . “ Yeah , kind of .Wait , I will come back soon and bring her a hangover drink . Hopefully she freshens up . “ said Mel . Mel went to prepare a hangover drink while Massimo waited . Being so close to Luna , he could smell her scent . ‘ ………The same scent she had that day at the club………..She smells so good . ‘ thought Massimo looking at her and gulping . She opened her eyes a little and saw Massimo . “ Are you awake now , little girl ? “ said Massimo smiling . “ Massimo……. “ said Luna with a confused look . “ Yes , I am Massimo . “ said Massimo l

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

We were alone in this pool of light, Killian and I, adrift in a sea of unspoken desires. His scent, spicy and musky, filled my senses, clouding my mind. Involuntarily, I leaned closer, drawn towards him like a moth to a flame. Then, shamefaced, I pulled back, desperate for a distraction. A marshmallow, golden and perfect, beckoned. I snatched it from the fire, the heat searing my fingers. As I blew on it, the sweet scent filled the air, a temporary balm for the tension twisting my gut.

She was inconsolable, raging at the inner confines of my soul like a caged animal. “While each and every contestant exhibited wonderful qualities in her own right, only one can be Luna,” Alexander was saying, although his voice sounded far away and muffled beneath my wolf’s whines. “And that is…” There was a pause. The crowd held its breath. Anya gripped my hand and gave it a tight squeeze. My wolf surged. “No!” She came roaring forward with such force that I nearly crumpled to my knees. My vision blurred, teeth gnashed. My entire body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming as the mate bond that shouldn’t have existed anymore flared to life like flames ripping through a fores

Kōjin (laughing so hard the volcano rumbles): “Welcome to the family, Himuari-Nakamura. Weird is the baseline.” He snaps his fingers and a table appears (low kotatsu, steaming bowls of kitsune udon the size of bathtubs, sake that tastes like sunrise). We eat under a sky that’s half open volcano, half Kyoto twilight. I steal his chopsticks just to watch him pout. Seras: “So… do I call you Dad? Kōjin-sama? Old man who smells like charcoal?” Kōjin (soft, ancient eyes warm): “You call me whatever feels like home.