Caramel X Applejack Novels & Stories

She said with a soft smile. Marcus turned around and his face split into a smile. "Cara! You're here. Welcome. Have a seat and take a drink if you wish." He pointed at a table that had four chairs around it. Near it was a larger table with cookies and cakes and cupcakes and other sweet and tasty snacks decorating it. Who knew Mr Armani had a sweet tooth? Then a bottle of champagne laid in a bucket of ice just near by as well. Cara was keeping from alcohol, so she asked for something without alcohol instead. "Apple juice will be fine for me and maybe just a muffin and some milky chocolate cookies." She felt like she was at a fast food, placing an order.

"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.

Kurt said and Annika just agreed, they all pile into Kurt's car, and he drives them to his house and back to his office. Kurt was back in the office and had tons of paperwork to do and documents to review about the current project he was working on. He called Jasper and told him that he needed a refreshment. Jasper went out and got him Iced Caramel Macchiato. It's a vanilla-flavored espresso drink with cold milk, ice, and a drizzle of caramel. ‘You should be needing one of these Sir Kurt. It seems that you’re struggling a lot lately with the project.” Jasper concernedly said as he handed him the refreshment.

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?"

Carsen pointed at the desserts inside the counter and asked, "Which one do you like?" Carolyn pointed at several slices, "Pistachio Raspberry Cheesecake and Caramel Chai." Carsen ordered two pieces and then asked for popcorn, fries, and juice. The ticket seller asked cautiously, "Are you Carsen and Ms. Carolyn?" Carsen openly admitted, "Yes, I was pursuing Ms. Carolyn." "But aren't you nieces and nephews?" the ticket seller exclaimed. "Reasonable and legal, with no blood relationship at all," Carsen said, and then laughed, asking, "Are we compatible?"

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.