Confectionately Yours Book Novels & Stories

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Joanne squealed happily as Charles nodded in approval. “If you can make it back to me with book on your head, I’ll have lunch brought in and I’ll let you be alone with the prince for ten minutes.” Charles bribed me with a smirk. Oh! I’m so going to do it! I have never walked so quickly across a room until that moment. Just to show off, I even threw in a curtsy. “Impressive! I’ll throw in a piece of cheesecake for the curtsy. Prince Conor informed me it is one of your favorite treats.” He added taking the book from me. He bowed and left the room. Yes it is!

Madeline's POV "So, which of these options do you prefer?" The pastry chef smiled as she arranged an elaborate selection of sweets on the white marble table of her boutique. The place was one of those expensive Belmonte spots—pale pink walls, crystal chandeliers, and a display case that looked more like a jewelry store than a bakery. "We have gourmet pistachio chocolate truffles, coconut truffles with Brazilian nuts, caramel fudge bites made with artisanal dulce de leche, and mini Belgian chocolate éclairs that have been a huge hit at this season’s events."

she expressed, her eyes conveying the depth of her appreciation. The vintage book became a tangible manifestation of the care and consideration Avery had poured into creating a night of memorable surprises. It added a layer of nostalgia and sentimentality to an already magical evening. As they continued their culinary journey, the vintage book remained a cherished token, a symbol of the enduring story they were crafting together. Avery's thoughtful gesture mirrored the meticulous craft of the evening, reinforcing the celebration of their bond. The restaurant staff, attuned to the significance of the moment, discreetly arranged for a pianist to play Bella's favorite melody.

I licked her shell, making her exhale sharply, and looked at her eyes as I said, “Come on, pretty girl, you don’t want to miss out, do you?” “Pretty girl?” “Yes, you’re a pretty girl with a cute girl-next-door blush on your cheeks. Let me ask again,” I repeated and said with a small smirk, “You don’t want your pretty cunt to miss out on me, do you?” You can know more about my book and bonus content through mahimistry d o t c o m <3 I G : authormahimistry

They all stood in front of Novelty, the book store that had been converted into a small book cafe with scrumptious cakes on display. Hazel's hands were flat against the store window, her face was busy looking at the cakes making Gage chuckle and he grabbed Bree's hands in his. "Come on, Bree, we're not letting her drool in front of a window store."

I smiled as I approached her and she turned to look at me. "Kieran!" She placed the book down beside her and looked at me with a shy smile. Ember took the basket of goodies I placed on the bed next to her and with a widening smile, she peeled off the tissue paper and pulled out a beautiful chocolate croissant from the paper revealing a dozen of them. "Thank you," she murmured, "they look and smell delicious." She took a bite and I watched the decadent chocolate enter her mouth as if in sensual slow motion. Her cheeks puffed out delicately as her tongue traced over her bottom lip and then the top.

He sounded so sexy. "Conall! Oh! I'm so close..." I croaked. His name came out of my mouth naturally. I liked his name already. Unique and strong. "That's the plan, kitten," he growled, rotating his hips and working on my sensitive bud. "Uhh, crap! Don't stop! I'm gonna come..." My body shook at the hammering assault of my completion, fabricating my body into a messy writhing wildcat, hungry for him, and instead of stopping, he plowed it all back inside with a feral growl, his hands squeezing my globes, and I knew what he wanted — to cast aside all the inhibitions in me to which my body surrendered — and I squirted around his raging length as he prodded deeply my body spasmed, unable to cont

Chapter 3 Dan walked into the maid service headquarters building, The Sweet Sweepers. As he walked up to the front counter, he took off his shades and hooked them in his shirt, donning a charming smile. The woman at the front looked up at him and instantly began shuffling her papers and computer. “Welcome To Sweet Sweepers. May I help you?” Dan noticed the woman, easy target, sweet innocent girl from the looks of it, and very much reacting to him in his regular suit and tie combo. Her brunette hair was pulled into a ponytail. It must’ve been his devilish grin that made her blush as he continued to walk closer.

There were chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, and red velvet cakes arranged in alternating patterns all around the room, creating the appearance of a striped candy land. "Something to entice you to get out of bed," Byron said, placing the tray on top of the bookshelf. "I can reach these just fine," she said, smiling mischievously as she grabbed a cupcake off the nightstand. "I'm kidding, you can stay in bed as long as you like," Byron said gently. "I just wanted to see you smile." "You, sir, have succeeded," Emily said. She got up and took a few steps towards him. He clasped her in his arms, and she felt much safer already. The world couldn't be such a bad place with people like Byron Pomeroy i