Novel & Cerita A Taste Of Sweetness

I bite my lip before finally digging in. I gasp when the food touch my tongue. Shems, it feels like it also touch my heart. I look at the cake again. It's coton candy color cake with explosion of chocolate in the inside. "You like it?" Midnight ask. I pout and nodded my head. "It's not too sweet as what it should taste because of the look. It's actually Bittersweet." I never taste this kind of cake before. "Of course it's Bittersweet. I experimented that taste in our main cafè." Midnight proudly said. My eyes open wide while looking at her.

, he gets lost in the words and I feel like laughing. How do I explain to this man that he is mine now and there is no turning back? “ Trying is different from succeeding…”, I warn with a psychotic smile and curiously my eyes realize that his lips are dry. Then I swipe the ice cream across them, bringing back the lively, rosy look that always held my attention and desire. And finally I take the initiative to kiss him. He tastes minty and has a hint of cherry. I was ready to be completely surrendered to his will, when I see who I least expected to find here watching us. The startle makes my body freeze in spite of the sun above us and I quickly need to find a way to get us out of here.

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

He said before he kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips. That was a different story. But Chad called it sweet. I don't know. "What are you going to do?" I asked.

Blackness. Total blackness. He wasn't supposed to die now. Not yet. Not while she was still out there— terrified, alone, touchable by that thing. But then— He tasted it. Warm. Sweet. Vanilla and moonlight. It hit his tongue like fire and salvation all at once. He swallowed, and the taste exploded again. Stronger. Deeper. Familiar in a way he couldn't explain, like a memory he never lived but always longed for.

I thought about how tired I was of being afraid, of my whole shitty situation. I inhaled deeply. I opened the vial. The smell hit me first, eww… musky, warm, kind of salty. Not bad. Actually… kind of sexy in a raw way. It was thicker than I expected, pearly white, still a little warm from the shipping. I looked at the camera and said, “Hey… this is for you. Thank you for helping me.” I dipped my finger in and tasted it. Just a little at first. It was salty, a little bitter, but not gross.

She put two candies on the brown table, one for her and the other for Nevea. Seeing the look of distrust on Nevea's face, Sara chuckled. "Don't worry. This is just a candy to help you relax." She unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth as proof that she meant no harm to Nevea. 'That is what a villain always said.' Nevea thought. Nevertheless, she still took the candy and ate it. Instantly the sour flavor infiltrated her sense of taste. Sara's amused laugh filled the small room, making Nevea's brow elevate. She was sure nothing was funny in this situation. In contrast, this was awkward and a bit creepy.

Hendrix eggs me on. Maybe there really is a Goddess playing a practical joke on me by placing my personal holy grail right in front of me. The way she’s dressed to kill, the way her voice sounds seductively from a distance, the way her intoxicating scent of barbecue and grass tempts me. And oh, the way she tastes! My thoughts drift back to the feeling of my tongue against her wetness, the taste of paradise. Pleasure rushes south, and I decide that fuck it.

Hearing his agreement, I immediately opened the package, took out two candies, gave him one, and put one in my own mouth. My god, so sour! "Wait!" I quickly stopped him, "It's a bit sour." I said with a furrowed brow. "I can see that." Aiden moved past my hand and put the candy directly in his mouth. I saw a hint of amusement flash in his eyes. It was indeed very sour, but the emotion in his eyes was more complex. The desire and restraint in his gaze made my heart race. At this moment, the candy in my mouth began to turn sweet after the initial sourness passed. This sweetness was different from usual—perhaps because the previous sourness made this sweetness more surprising.