Applejack X Caramel Novels & Stories

Makya says. “Anything?” I ask. “Anything. If the kitchen staff or your mates can get it, you can have it,” Makya says. I smile, “Ace, Dylie, can we get mocha almond ice cream with caramel sauce and whipped cream, fudgy brownies, teriyaki salmon and salmon and peas on toast? I would like to have those this week.” “That is easy,” Ace laughs. “I’ll let our kitchen staff know,” Dylan replies. “ANything else, Alpha?” Ace asks and I reply with an enormous smile…

Jax’s fingers pressed roughly into her skin and Lola’s teeth pressed together. “Let go of me, Jax.” She seethed quietly. More people were starting to look. The smell of caramelized apples and cotton candy swiveled in the air together with the syrupy goodness of applejack pancakes. It was a sugar festival, to say the least, but everything was homemade and the food had a way of drawing everyone together. It was usually enjoyable for Lola, one of those rare occasions where life seemed a little easier- now even that had changed. Jax was pressing harder, pulling her arm down when she tried to resist.

"Does this place at least have coffee, do you think?" "I know they do," Harper assured him, opening her door. Freezing wind whipped strands of hair that had escaped her French twist across her face, and she shivered before pulling herself out of the bucket seat. "Mrs. Overbay will have a fresh pot on and, if we're lucky, she may have some apple dapple." "What in the world is an apple dapple?" Cam asked, throwing his hands up in the air and giving her a piercing look. "It's a special kind of apple cake. You'll love it!" Harper let the wind slam the car door shut and headed for the warmth of the small, country store.

Caleb asked. It took a moment for the words to register. Caramel? What the hell? "W—what, no, why—" Alice stuttered. Her mother often made millionaires shortbread as a Sunday treat, but she always bought the caramel premade, claiming it was too much effort to make. "Grab some sugar, cream and butter," Caleb ordered. "It's very simple actually, you just whack it in a saucepan and heat it up." She was aware Dylan was trying to get her attention as she gathered the ingredients. He stared at her, mumbling muffled pleas through the homemade gag.

“They have those caramel apples you used to love.” I blinked, caught off guard. “I haven’t had one in years.” Lucas smirked, a knowing look in his eyes. “Then you should.” Before I could protest, he handed the vendor some cash and placed a perfectly coated caramel apple in my hand. I hesitated, touched despite myself. Before I could take a bite, Ethan scoffed loudly beside me. “Caramel apples? *That’s* your move?” Lucas’s jaw twitched. “What’s wrong with caramel apples?”

Lily shouted. I picked up one bowl and a spoon, digging into the scrunchy cream. The first thing I picked up was apples and then, a little hint of alcohol. The combo was creamy, crunchy, and had a lot of flavors, apple being the strongest. Larissa definitely certainly helped with this. Not bad, not bad at all. "It's—"

Albot and Blake bring the bags to my hummer while Alice, Marcie and I head inside, the smell of the wood fire over hitting us the moment we step inside. “Hey Crys, did you get some apples?” Cara calls out from the cash as soon as she sees us, a smile on my friend’s face. “Yeah, Albot is bringing them to the car now with Blake. What’s the feature pizza today?” I smile as the blonde comes to join us, an order form and a pen in hand as Marcie and Alice takes a cart, ready to fill it with goodies and cider. “ABC Pizza. It has Apples, Bacon and Cheddar on it.” She answer. I smile, the feature sounding like a great idea.

I stood off to the side and continued to watch the chaos ensue. Each of them got a cake and rushed off with their prize like a couple of children. I stood there trying not to laugh as I shook my head. Briar walked up to me with his cake and took a bite. His eyes closed and he hummed at what he was eating. I could see the happiness written all over his face because of what he was tasting. “So what is that?” I asked. “A huckleberry swirl. It's a potato flapjack with huckleberry cream frosting. It’s amazing. Do you want a bite?” Briar offered me a taste.

So, I told them about our meet yesterday, and about my fucked up family. "I think your half brother is good with his words. And he got nothing to lose but more to gain. Just hang on and trust him." Max told me and Nikolai nodded to his words. Then Luka came with the cake. He was grinning from ear to ear, we were looking at him, then he gestured us to look at the cake. Then we all laughed loudly when we saw a very large penis-shaped cake, with manicured fingers fisting it, with the wording stated below 'To have and to hold'