Caramel X Applejack Novels & Stories

she asked, rummaging through the box along with him. I smiled and pushed myself up off the sofa, sitting Cam between Anna’s legs. “I’m gonna make more coffee. You want something, Baby?” “Chocolate milkshake with maple syrup!” he called. I sighed and shook my head, smiling to myself. That was the little gross combination that Jace had got DJ hooked on a couple of weeks ago. The pair of them were so alike, sometimes it was like they were really father and son. As I pulled open the fridge to get out the milk, my intercom buzzed from downstairs.

Forty eight hours earlier, if he'd brushed against me naked, I probably would have bolted; but now it was natural, and right. Jill called out to me, "What have you got on tap for us tonight, Alex?" I went to the cabinet shelf I'd commandeered, and brought down three bottles. "I've got an excellent sipping rum, Cruzan Single Barrel, for those who would like to try that, and if you'll give me a minute," I displayed the bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, and the 1/2 bottle of Tequila left from the previous night. I poured half the Bailey's slowly into the Tequila bottle. "We've got a concoction that goes by a few different names, including the 'Naked Orgasm'."

“Dad, what if we got one with chocolate and caramel? Like, mix them!” Ryan pretended to think deeply about this, tapping his chin. “Now that, James, is a genius idea. A chocolate caramel hybrid. We’ll call it… the ‘Caramel Choco-nado’! It’ll be legendary.” They both looked as if they had discovered something amazing and just needed to shout... Eureka !! I sighed, trying to suppress the amusement tugging at my lips. “You two are being ridiculous.” “We prefer the term ‘visionaries,’” Ryan corrected with a wink, making James giggle.

A package was full of caramel candy. "I just remembered you, so I came here and gave you the candy. Do you like caramel candy?" asked Raffa softly and attentively to Pevita. Pevita feels something strange about Raffa. Why did Raffa's voice become soft? Pevita couldn't help but smile. She smiles sweetly. Honestly, Pevita likes something if it tastes caramel. Yes, like Caramel macchiato, caramel milk, and caramel milkshakes. And, the thing Pevita never thought of was when Raffa put something on her head, Pevita's tiny hand took over the object above her head.

"I also got your coffee." I stretched the cup out to him. He took it and took a sip— And immediately spit it out. The entire court went silent. "What the hell is this?" Jax glared at the cup like I had handed him poison. "Black coffee. No sugar," I said, standing my ground. Jax slowly turned the cup, reading the label. "Caramel macchiato.” His expression darkened, like I had personally offended his entire bloodline. Oh, shit. He stepped closer, towering over me. "Do I look like I drink caramel macchiatos?"

I walked over to where Agatha was now chatting with him. She was laughing about drinks with the guy who’d been staring at me like I was his next game. “Here, take this,” Agatha said, handing me a glass. I eyed it warily. “Hmm… I’m not interested. You know I don’t drink.” “We were just arguing about what it tastes like,” the guy said, casually confident. “Try it and settle the score.” I sighed. “Fine. Just one sip.” The second the liquid hit my tongue, I gagged and spat it out. “Ugh! it tastes like spirit,” I said, scrunching my nose.

Jack said, following her inside. The shelves stood mostly empty except for a few choice pieces of wrapped sugar monstrosities. "What's a Twinkie?" Alex asked holding up a particular piece of wrapped goodie. "I'm not sure, it's probably too old to eat anyway," Jack said, dusting off an old white motorcycle helmet. He held it out to Alex. "Tired of getting bugs in your teeth?" Alex looked at it ruefully. Jack shook it a little as if it were a piece of candy in front of a small child. "Fine," she said and swiped it from him.

“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?”

It’s made from a whole apple pierced with a stick at the base, coated with warm liquid sugar, and left to cool until it forms a thin crystalized sugar layer on the outside. “Two, please!” Akiko held up two fingers in front of the vendor. “Just one,” Kenji corrected her. “Huh? Why?” Akiko looked at him, puzzled. “It’s too sweet for me.” Kenji paid for the candy apple and handed it to Akiko, who immediately took a bite, breaking through the sugar coating to the apple's sweet flesh. The hardened layer of sugar mixed with the fresh apple’s taste created the perfect flavor combination, in Akiko's opinion. Kenji held her waist as she stomped her foot, savoring the deliciousness.

She held them up for me to see. “Those are Carmen’s,” I said, recognizing them. Annabelle’s eyes moved from one packet to the other. “What is she? Six?” “I don’t care, and it’s none of my business. Put them back, Annabelle. We can go out to get juice if you want it that badly.” She looked at both boxes in consideration before settling her gaze on the apple flavored one. “Hmmm… I kinda like this one. Apple just has a way of appealing to my taste buds.”