Burnt Toast Book Novels & Stories

“Yes, I was going to get some peach tea, the one here ran out, that's when I saw you.” “I see, I was very lucky," I answered, smiling. Caio goes to a cupboard and gets the first aid kit, then sits down on another puff, takes my leg and puts it on top of his. I feel a stab of pain as soon as his fingers touch around the burn. “It's not so bad, let's clean it, sterilize it, and bandage it. Then you just need to take some medicine and in no time, you will be as good as new.”

“Nah. I’m not hungry.” “That’s good. Because I already burned a toast to the point that it almost caught on fire, before I managed to make an edible one. Note that I never claimed it tasted good.”

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Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

The drive to the children’s bookstore is smooth and lively. Lila asks the bodyguard questions but he either responds with a hum or grunt before she fires another one. Their conversation is mostly one-sided but she doesn't mind and it doesn't take long before we get to our destination and she waves him bye before sprinting to the door. The place carries a mixed smell of paper and pastries and not the usual cold and serious atmosphere that a library carries. This one is meant for comfort and my body instantly relaxes. Lila scans the place until someone calls her name.

It was almost funny. Not long after I left, the house staff group chat blew up. Several people tagged me at once. [Mrs. Bowen, Ms. Carly is complaining about stomach pain. What medicine should we give her?] [Mrs. Bowen, water spilled on Ms. Trista's piano. Do you have the manufacturer's customer service number?] [Mrs. Bowen, does Ms. Queenie have an early learning class tomorrow?] [Mrs. Bowen, Mr. Bowen went out drinking. How do you usually make his hangover soup?]

“Greg, do you think Zoe is really angry this time?” “Angry?” Greg tugged at his tie, utterly unconcerned. “She’d give up her life for me.” I stood outside the private room, listening to every word. My fingers trembled slightly. The engagement ring pressed painfully into my palm. I flicked my wrist without hesitation, and the ring flung out, landing in the trash. The next morning, Greg’s company group chat exploded. “Miss Lowe resigned?” The manager’s voice message was filled with shock. “Is she out of her mind?”

Ruth had made a cake too, lopsided and covered in more frosting than the recipe probably called for, and Cora insisted on cutting the first slice herself, tongue poking out in concentration while she sawed through it with a butter knife twice her size. "Careful," Camilla said, laughing for what felt like the first time in days. "I'm being careful," Cora announced, holding up a slice that looked nothing like a proper slice at all. Nobody cared. We ate it anyway, all four of us crowded around the small kitchen table, and for one evening the war outside those walls stayed exactly where it belonged. "Can we go home now?" Cora asked, halfway through dinner. "The real home. Not this one, not the o

It was hard to get him to reply, no matter how many messages I sent him. So, I came up with many excuses to see him. To prevent any awkward rejections, I spent a lot of money on buying him and his team members bracelets for good luck. That way, he couldn't reject my gifts. Every time I wanted to give him food, I made sure to buy it in batches. His team members could tell that I was interested in him, so they started to tease us relentlessly. "Jay, Kaitlyn's pretty and treats you well. Loosen up and fold already."