The Book Spice Novels & Stories

he said as he handed me a can. I took the can from his hand and opened it with a pop sound before pouring it on the small plant nearby. "I would never try to kill you," Wahid said as I stared at the plant that was as it was before. "Can't trust a spy now, can I?" I said taking a sip of my beer. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked. "You are always in a hurry, enjoy the moment, enjoy this silence, I will tell you the news that'll make your day," Wahid smirked glancing my way.

Elira perceived and tasted several spices ever since her trance—tumeric, cloves, cinnamon, rosemary, paprika and many more commonly used but none of them guided her memory to homeland. Nireya, on the other hand was running out of spices to think of. “My dear, I can't think of any more spice.” Nireya pleaded with her, trying to get Elira’s mind off her spice-seeking quest. “You will have another trance and we can try another direction.”

With a sinister smile and two, HE gladly replies. “Well then. Just who are you suggesting to be the spice without disrupting the flow of fate that I already wrote into everyone’s lives?” A bit of a dangerous dare that HE knew that is difficult to do. Yet HE trusted the Mistress to comply for such a criterion in choosing the perfect spice to open the book of the next stage. “Remember that the spice I needed is someone whose sin is as pure as black. With the Yang that is pure as white. I want someone who is pure and true, with the other half of its pure darkness.”

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

Then came the food: jollof rice, grilled fish, fried plantain, and peppered snails—Owen’s recommendation. “I hope you’re not allergic to spice,” he said with a mischievous grin. Sophia lifted an eyebrow. “After everything I’ve survived?” she said, her voice low and teasing. “I am the spice.” Owen laughed—a real laugh, the kind that didn’t ask for permission. And Sophia found herself joining in. It wasn’t performative. It wasn’t cautious. It was easy. And that… that felt rare. They talked for hours. Not about Liam.

Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page. "Husband figure out?" Tink asked, standing on her tiptoes to look at the book. "No," Mike said, flipping to the very first page. What use was a recipe book with only one recipe? His vision blurred, and he rubbed his eyes. Closing the book, he stared at the outside. It had no title on it, but it did have a picture of a triangle on the spine. Mike ran his finger over the golden grooves of the shape, tilting the book so Tink could get a good look.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

‘I'll go with Rodolf,’ he said, ‘otherwise people will only be kissing instead of searching. Rodolf laughed. ‘As is the innkeeper, as he trusts his guests.’ Maddie and Esmee, therefore, walked to the kitchen together. Review books with herbs. The Book Of Shadows, the so-called BOS, rummages for information about a crocus. ‘You look for herbs or recipes and I will look at spells with the theme crocus,’ said Maddie. They continued working in silence. The spice cabinet contained a lot of herbs in bottles, jars, and boxes.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Her eyes drifted towards the mystery basket, adorned with a colorful ribbon, which sat tantalizingly on the counter, waiting to reveal its secrets. Just then, the room fell silent and the atmosphere tense as the host, a charismatic emcee with a warm smile, strided confidently onto the stage. "Welcome, contestants, judges, and crew, to the first round of the Spice Masters cooking contest! I am your host by name, Justin Hill and this is Simmer and Spice, where the art of cooking meets the magic of spices. Today marks “Day one” of the contest and on this day, we embark on a culinary journey that will push your skills, creativity, and knowledge of spices to the limit. Let's get started on this c