Caramel Honey Anime Novels & Stories

Then I walk over to his bed and hand him the flat white box tied with a silver bow. "Thank you," he says with both eyes scrunching up as he smiles. "No problem. Go ahead and open it" Travis undoes the tape, opens the lid, and gently pushes out the waxed paper. "Oh wow ..." "I made it special," I say with a proud smile, because inside the box is a 6-inch square block of chocolate, 1-inch thick, but on top is a thin, circle-shaped slice of white chocolate, and on that circle is a smiley face drawn with dark chocolate syrup that has been cooled and hardened so it won't stain. It's the same smiling face seen on the back of Pakkun's navy blue vest. The name of this particular smiley face is "Heno

“Kinda.” I nod. I understand what it means not to want to talk about your past. “Who are you?” Haru appears next to me, fresh out of the shower. She eyes Tessa with curiosity, grabbing another chair to sit beside me. “Tessa. Club Bee Mama. Promoted Soul Eater,” Tessa repeats. Haru gives a quiet “Ah,” then grabs the bottle of Jack from the bar and takes a sip. “I’m Haru,” she introduces herself, giving a cautious smile.

“I can get something else—” “Just bring me fruit. Apple slices. And honey. And if the honey isn’t warm, don’t bother coming back.” Sara nodded quickly. “Yes, your majesty.” She muttered in a cutting way. “What?” Karissa replied, but Sara shook her head. “It’s nothing.” “That’s what I thought too.” After preparing the apples and honey exactly the way Karissa asked, she brought it in. Karissa took one look, tasted it with the tip of her tongue, and nodded slightly.

He tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw a jar of honey beside him. He unscrewed the lid and poured the contents onto his girl's body. "Uncle Marc, it's a shame to waste the honey like that," Cassandra squeaked. Marc smiled mischievously. "Nothing is wasted, really. I just want to taste the girl I love even sweeter, as sweet as honey," he said. And a moment later the girl felt her lover's tongue dancing over her body. She sighed, whimpering at the sensations she felt. Her fingers squeezed, her nails dug into Marc's skin.

She dresses quick: jeans, Lake Hamilton tee, then pulls Haru’s hoodie over it all. The red kanji sits bold across her chest. She buries her nose in the collar—inhales deep—his scent still strong: fire, cedar, faint antiseptic, him. A grin spreads across her face—private, giddy. Meanwhile, at the Nakamura house— Haru slips in through the back door. The kitchen is already alive: Seras at the counter, hair in twin buns again, humming as she packs two identical bentos—tamagoyaki spirals, teriyaki chicken, onigiri with salmon, edamame, pickled veggies, strawberries arranged in little hearts.

honey what kind of name is that niha asked "did you also joined in this college" she nodded her head niha took her away iam still in the same place like a statue mahi asked "did I hear it right a girl called you brother for the first time" they both are laughing by looking at me is this girl really crazy we went for class back after class we went for cafeteria

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.

I looked at him "I...I saw a girl who looks like me but she's....she's different she was in the alley everything was dark when she was on the ground when a guy who looks...looks like you came toward her. She was telling you about your red. They were red just like..just like they were. I told him. Locus fixed his attention on me and began moving toward me. I slowly crawled backwards. It's not because she was afraid of what she saw but because my heart was beating louder than ever, I was scared that Locus would hear my heartbeat because of how loud it was. When my back hit the wall he was inches away from me so I could feel his minty warm breath on my face. "What..what are you doing?" I asked,

His hands part way for his eyes as he stares at me before he slowly brings them down, his cheeks a bit red now "O-Oh" As I look at him now, I notice that he's wearing a light brown polo shirt and white dungarees, his hair a bit gelled back even though some of it has fallen forward while Cream has on a black turtleneck sweater and trousers with a white baseball hat over his head and glasses as well. My eyes linger more on Cream "You look a lot like him" "Who?" Caramel walks closer. "Gojou Satoru" I answer "Except you don't have the sparkly blue eye thing that makes me want to stare at you all day"

Better to begrudgingly accept being awake that teased by the notion of a nap, only to be jarred out of it violently. Haru’s chocolate eyes of his are as wide as I’ve ever seen them when is ever scruffy head turns to the back of the class. That nose of his really could track a fart through water, but even I get that Ayame’s here, and even if it’s a little sweeter than usual. There is no mistaking her unique botanical scent……… 5: Hiro - The Canopy