Candy Island Flapjack Novels & Stories

"I'm just making a snack. I was going to eat it in the afternoon, but Farel wants to serve it in the evening. What would you like?" "Just the same as you guys," Keenan replied briefly. "Hemm, there are moca, pandan, and original flavors. Which one do you want?" "Everything, Dad. It's really good," said Farel, who was already nibbling on the edges of his cake. "Oh yeah? I guess I'm curious too." And the words just now let Lily know how her husband would respond. She gave each of them one of the flavors. Keenan's face still showed fatigue. However, he insisted on gathering everyone according to his orders this morning. Including Farel who was the only child there.

Jagger declared, presenting the platter with a flourish. The tray was a treasure trove of delicacies: delicate marzipan fruits, golden fritters dusted with sugar, flaky tarts filled with rich custard, and spiced gingerbread figures. The scent of roasted almonds glazed with honey mingled with the exotic spices of crisp wafers. "Try this," Jagger said, handing me a small, intricately decorated pastry. "It's called a marchpane," he added as I took a bite, the sweet almond paste melting on my tongue.

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

I informed. He tasted it and he was impressed. "This one is what they called, Chocolate fish here. It consist of white or pink marshmallow that is covered in chocolate and shaped into an elogated fish. It is my favorite here. It looks cute." I laughed and pointed the other foods. "This one is Jaffas, it's popular also in Australia. It consist of small, round balls of chocolate covered in a red-colored orange flavoring. It was named after Jaffa orange."

He probably wouldn’t want to talk to me ever again. “Jackie?” I felt a nudge on my arm. It snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked forward. “Are you okay?” Daisy asked me curiously. “Yes, I am.” I replied. I faked my smile. “Really?” She said doubtfully, narrowing her eyes. “Mhm!” I hummed, walked towards to the island. The cake sat perfectly on the island. It was directly under the light. I picked up the bowl next to it. I had icing scattered inside it.

He thrusts the other in my direction. I don't really want cotton candy, and I think that Luther is kind of dumb for getting them, but I'd rather be dumb with him. I tear off a piece and stuff it into my mouth. The burst of flavor travels to my brain as it melts on my tongue. This is actually really good cotton candy. "Wow, Canton is up to something," I murmur as I throw more pieces in my mouth. "If you want the best stakes, Brandy has 'em!" The young girl points two stalls to our left. "Just next to him is Jay, his corn dogs are to kill for!"

There were flapjacks, which rapidly seemed to be becoming his new obsession, as well as chunks of mango, pineapple, and sliced strawberries and bananas, too. “I hope it’s enough,” he frowned, taking the oat milk out of the fridge. He passed it to me, and I shook my head. “It’s more than enough,” I reassured him. “It looks delicious. Thank you.” “It was nothing,” he grinned, with a smug half-shrug. I managed to eat a nibble of flapjack, and a fair amount of fruit, but all too soon the time came to head to the training grounds. I hurriedly brushed my teeth, re-adjusted my ponytail, and then we headed to the field, hand in hand.

"If you guys are really 'just' friends, you wouldn't be jealous over Janet and Cayden being in a room alone." "You're overthinking." She squints her eyes and smiled. "Mmm... no, I'm not." We were quiet for a while. Isabelle held the plastic basket in her left hand, whilst her right hand searched for the variety of food Cayden requested. "What kind of chips do you think he might like? Should I buy the barbecue flavour or the original?" "I guess..." I sigh. "Just buy the original one and bust his nuts if he complains." "I love the way you think." Isabelle winks.

I’ve never reacted to any man this way, and, I have no clue how to make it stop. Moon finishes first and sits back with his beer in hand and watches me eat. For the oddest reason, I’m not uncomfortable. I would love to know what he’s thinking, though. When I’m done, he reaches into the bag, pulls out four wrapped candies, and hands over two. The tacos are great, but El Tiempo is also known for its homemade Mexican candy. It’s dried mangos dipped in chamoy sauce. There is nothing else like it on this planet.

It's a giant place with pink walls. "We haven't even walked in and I already feel better. Thanks for bringing me here," I mumble happily and get out of Grayson's horrible car. Candy Lane is the biggest sweet shop in ever, they have all kinds of sweet things, from candy to frapuchinos to cakes. As soon as we are seated, a very animated waitress serves us and we place our orders, but Grayson refuses to tell us his plan until we are eating. While I wait for what I ordered, I walk over to the candy section and buy some popsicles, because the ones I got from that nice cab driver are all gone. I'm not proud of that.