The Spice Must Flow Novels & Stories

Jane asked jocularly, feigning her surprise and they laughed once again. “I guess you might be taking a long break soon" she addressed my mom, looking intently into my eyes as she offered me the flask. Her eyes shone and a little smile escaped her lips. I gave no expression, I only took the flask from her and opened it. The sweet aroma of Jane's hot fish broth filled the air. “Thanks..." I muttered. “Don't mention!" She said, licking her lower lips and going over to join my mom. I loved the scent of the cologne she wore.

Creak. Creak. The two men were back on the road, their horses moving at a slow, steady pace, making the ride in the small cart feel easy and comfortable. They passed tall trees lining the path, their shadows casting sharp, shifting patterns on the ground as they journeyed home. The weather had shifted since their departure, and nature seemed to be alive with vibrant color. Flowers bloomed in full display, enhancing the beauty of the landscape. Butterflies fluttered gracefully through the air, their delicate wings shimmering. Birds sang from the treetops, some fluttering in the breeze, their wings spread wide as they danced in the sky. Above them, the sky was a clear, brilliant blue, streaked

"The treaty. They'll have our heads if we touch one." The accents were wrong. Not from around here. Not from anywhere I recognized, the vowels shaped differently, the rhythm of the words carrying geography I couldn't place. "Who's going to know?" "I'm not telling anyone, but if they find us here with a pup in our hands, every alpha in the region comes down on our necks." "I just want a taste. It's been a while since I had good hot-blooded children." My heart stopped pretending to be calm. Hot-blooded. Cold-blooded. Children.

Standing in front of the table, Loathefiya watched in amazement the beautiful glass bottles carrying in them different varieties of color, in each one of them. What the girl noticed was flowers were printed on each glass were like rose, it had same color of liquid just like red liquid in it, blue liquid was for iris and green was for jasmine. The magnificent sight and the fragrance of the bottles enchanted in the girl’s heart by their rare beauty. Unable to hesitated her hands, she lifted them and picked up a perfume that pleasant her heart and soul with the fragrance of it. The shop-attender got her glimpse at her, admiring the enjoyment of the small girl she asked kindly,

I replied softly. Spike grinned, his fangs peeking out slightly as he leaned in closer to me. "Good girl," he murmured before popping one of the pills into his mouth and slipping the other into mine. Taking a sip of my drink, the pill slid down my throat. Almost immediately, I felt a rush of euphoria wash over me. The music seemed to pulse through my veins, and the lights on the dance floor danced before my eyes. Spike took my hand once more and led me onto the dance floor, where we moved together in perfect sync. Our bodies rubbed against each other, my body feeling every touch like never before as the drug started to overtake me.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

“Really you find that finny.” “Well I mean come on.” She said as she laughed even harder. “There are other terms for the same process as well. However this allows us to cook the chicken all the way through quicker. He have about two more hours of daylight and now this will be dinner maybe in three hours.” Micha said. “So you just remove the spine?” she asked as she looked more closely. But how are you gonna cook that on the fire?” “Sweetheart if you haven’t guessed this place it special.” Micha said with a deep laugh. “We do have some things here. There is a spit rotator of there near the wall of the ridge. We will just put it on that and let it go.”

They each kissed my cheek before Cassius ordered the food to be brought out. They had the staff prepare all of my favorite dishes, and even used that butterfly leaf jasmine tea I have grown to love as the main ingredient in a cake. It was the highlight of the meal for me, too. But the one thing that warmed my heart even more was the love I felt radiating from them, for Regina and me. Cassius’s POV

I was trying hard to make her understand how absurd her wish was. She took a deep breath as if I was refusing to comply with a simple request. " All right, Isabella Dempsey, tonight is a special night for Carter and I, and I really wanted everything to come out perfect, so can you bring me another dish that doesn't taste so strongly of fish?”

How could I have been so stupid? The scent of spices wafted through the air. I turned to see a spice market, and glancing over my shoulder to make sure Luigi wasn’t following me, I approached the market. The street was lined with small booths and tables, all of them offering exotic, decadent spices that filled my nose. Weaving my way through the crowded stalls, I picked up bottles of spices, purchasing a few for my perfume recipes. One bottle caught my eye. Orange blossoms. Luigi’s scent lingered in my mind, a faint, woody note mixed with orange blossoms.