روايات وقصص ضمن A Taste Of Heaven Book

She saw a name written on the first page of the book. CLYDE JOHNSON DEL ESPANIA. She couldn't help but smile. What a perfect name for someone as handsome as him. It was as if the name was perfectly made for him. She closed the book and took her time to kiss it before she realized something. She could taste a hint of bitterness at the tip of her tongue. She even licked her lips to make sense of the taste. It was bitter, nothing like she'd ever tasted before. That was when she realized the state of the book just a few minutes before. She hadn't even wiped all of the dirt off her face, and there were still traces of it left on her lips!

No sir. I take a glass from the cupboard to pretend; I open the refrigerator door, and there it is, the most delicious dessert I have ever seen, it is not as tasty as the tres leches cake, but a sweet is sweet. I place the glass on the internal shelf, I take a spoon out of my pocket and open the box to proceed to grab a good portion, and I take it to my mouth. "Mmm," I moan as soon as the sweet taste of tiramisu makes contact with my taste buds. Not caring about the fuss Al will make, I take another spoonful and pop it into my mouth. "Mmm, God!"

Her heavy breaths were falling against my neck. I devoured her lips with my own, my tongue tasting every inch of her mouth. Her scent was intoxicating. Every time I licked her lips, she tasted like the best dessert I had ever tasted. I could feel her body trembling against mine and that was enough to make me want to kiss her even more. I wanted to make her feel me. I wanted her to know that there was no one in the world for her but me.

It was a normal sunny morning and a young man in his school uniform turned back from the school gate with the intention of skipping class. Plugging the earphones on both sides he strolled downtown toward the city Library while grabbing a hot coffee on the way. “One hot Americano, no sugar” said the young man “One hot Americano, 100% sugar” a playful voice spoke from behind, catching his attention. He turned to see the familiar person without any manners. The individual responsible for his skipping class, causing him to endure the boring library on a Monday morning. “Eh, what a coincidence,” said the newcomer. “But to say a cute person like you drinks black coffee with no sugar. Such a rare s

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

I heard her footsteps, soft and gentle. I stood at the threshold for a while before walking in. The study room reeked of the scent of fresh books, the hum of the printer filling the air. Heavy mahogany shelves lined the wall,crowded with books. My father sat behind the table, maintaining a stoic expression, keeping a distance between us, the same distance he'd kept ever since I was a child. “Sit,” he instructed, his voice cold. My shoulders sagged as I walked up to him, sitting on the chair reluctantly, Selene sitting close to me. From her stiffened posture, I could tell she was nervous…probably terrified. My father exuded this fear and a powerful aura.

I also wanted his lips on me, again, kissing me passionately, as if he was starved for me. Oh heavens! May this body of mine hold on! may my mind remain sane! And then, he inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening, his faint smile turning into a wicked and teasing smirk… And I found myself rising to my feet immediately, ready to bolt out of there, consequences and pride be damned. “You okay, princess?” Billy asked, his gaze shifting from his phone to my face. Mr Blackwood, on the other hand, bit into the slice nonchalantly, a little bit of a smirk still on his face, making mine burn with embarrassment.

I pushed lightly against him, but he didn’t budge—not even an inch. “M-Mr. Hale… don’t do this.” I doubted he even heard me. “I’ve been wondering,” he murmured, “what flavor is on your lips now, Leah.” My brows knit. “Flavor?” “Yes. When I kissed you earlier, you tasted sweet—like strawberries.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, darkening. “I’m wondering if it’s still the same.” Without realizing it, I wet my lips. “I… I’m not sure.”

My face will betray me and I have so little left that's mine… I'm keeping this one thing, this one small dignity. Don't turn around. Don't you dare. The city shimmers below. Beautiful and brutal and completely unbothered too, just like him. Just like everyone who has never had to stand in a burning room and pretend they don't smell the smoke. Bullshit! Consequences follow you everywhere. Even forty-three floors up. "You need to eat." Damian's voice behind me. "I'm not hungry." "Selene…" "I said I'm not hungry Damien." My voice is sharper now and I hear footsteps. He comes closer and crouches down to my level.

But instead of swallowing it all, he bit off one end and then tried to place it between my lips. The mingled smell of salmon and the vivid, scandalous image in my mind overwhelmed my senses. I opened my mouth slightly, letting the salmon rest on my tongue. The taste was fresh, cool, and unlike anything I’d experienced before. I felt an unexpected rush of excitement and addiction building inside me. “If given the chance, I’d like to taste the salmon with your body temperature and taste especially the taste of that private part,” he said, his voice a sultry invitation straight from the Devil himself.