Confectionately Yours Book Novels & Stories

All right, just celebrate because I’m about to detonate the bomb. “Thank you for your compliment, but I can’t share my secret recipe.” “I understand Countess Janice. Count Viscar, you have an exquisite manor. There were lots of great decorations!” The perfect situation where exaggeration could be handy came. “I appreciate it, Lady Bethany. Do you like decorations? Even if Janice can’t give you her secret recipe, you could take home anything from this manor.” My left hand was on my chin as if I’m in deep thought.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

she huffed. "Well, nothing goes best together like coffee and books,” Dmitri shrugged. “it's hard to beat the luxury of a leisurely cup of coffee with the Decadence D’Or cupcake, the local version …. oh so utterly divine – least of all when your surroundings are as decadent as the snacks you're enjoying," he grinned before clocking off from the hospital and going to his favourite, cozy place to nurse a cup of coffee in one hand and a thrilling novel in another.

I put my hand on her exposed back and escorted her inside Barney's. She quickly gave me the story and paused as she ordered for both of us. Damn, she's sexy, I like a woman that knows what she wants. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind me ordering for you. I didn't know if Kamaria mentioned this to you. But I like my man..." She paused again as the waiter put our drink down. She signed me to drink, and I did just that then back to listening to her. I even like her sexy raspy voice, she had those deep smoker sexy lady voice, it just moves me down there.

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

Inside, there were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable: Creamy chunks of butterscotch that changed color in every bite; hundreds of different kinds of chocolates in weird animal shapes arranged in neat rows that customers must be prepared to catch once it either leaped or flew; colorful candy necklaces which adjusted to the size of the neck; miniature candy cones; cans of slithering candy worms; cakes that could be ordered in towers or slices; and enchanted scrumptious beverages which kept on filling to the glass’ rim. “Your Highness, are you sure you do not want to eat inside?” Holly asked. “No, the air is fresh. I like it here,” Clara said, then she looked

His smile is big, grateful for the gift. Sitting, we continue to swap presents. Marcus hands me a box and everyone looks at me. He looks nervous, a look I never thought I would see on him. Opening the box, there is a charm bracelet inside beautiful. I can’t help but smile. The small pendants on it resemble us so much: a kitten, bear, love heart, along with other items. I cannot see why he felt off giving me it in front of others. “It is beautiful. Thank you, Marcus.”

"That's exactly it! But I'll tell you, the good news is this phase passes and then everything gets better, but you need to know who you are, who you want to be when things improve. So, shall we turn your room into Italy, India, and Indonesia?" "I haven't read the book," she replied, and I pulled the book out of the bag. "You'll love it because it's fun and it'll make you think about yourself. I loved it when I read it, and it helped me a lot." I handed her the book. "And I also brought this." I gave her a bigger bag, and she pulled out a beautiful large jar filled with sweet treats, colorful lollipops, and candies of various flavors. "And don't tell me candy is just for kids because I have o

The dark red, almost black, like the last sliver of night before dawn. I’d stuffed them both behind the counter with barely a glance, told Adrian not to ask questions, and powered through my shift like they didn’t exist. But now, standing in my apartment barefoot with the city glowing outside my window, they were impossible to ignore. I peeled the ribbon from the box first, almost resentfully, as if it had personally insulted me. Inside: a perfect grid of truffles….champagne ganache and dark cherry, my favorites. Of course. He remembered.