Dessert Drawings Novels & Stories

Kabir asked, placing his hands gently on Kavish's shoulders. Kavish looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm making a family drawing, Daddy! See!" He proudly turned the paper toward Kabir, revealing a colorful array of bear-like figures, each one distinctly different in size. Above each bear, he had written names with arrows pointing to their respective figures: Edhaa, Kavish, Mumma, and Daddy. Kabir's heart swelled with warmth as he took in the artwork. "Wow! Breaking all the crockery kind of helped, huh?" he chuckled, a smile spreading across his face.

I teased and he laughed telling me that he did like the dessert I prepared the other night. And that was my cue to get on P*******t the second he ended the call. I started searching for sexy desserts before going to the store and picking up the ingredients. I mostly looked at the pictures then bought already-made brownies or cake, a few bars of chocolate, or some other sexy fillings then got some ice cream or whipped cream to top it all off. I might pour bourbon in it because I still haven't made up my mind on what I was going to make. But simple sexy baked desserts, extremely sweet ones were Leland's favorite. The man has a sweet tooth and he would've licked the plate clean if I let him.

A visual delight, it presents itself as a canvas of flavors and textures, promising a grand finale to their culinary experience at Le Paragon. "Anastasia, prepare for a sweet adventure." Jim tells me "I'm ready." I say The dessert plate is a symphony of colors and shapes, featuring delicate pastries, rich chocolate creations, and vibrant fruit coulis. Each element is meticulously placed, showcasing the chef's skill and creativity. "It's almost too beautiful to eat." I squeal in excitement "Almost."

I can smell my arousal still, and Jaxson's too, so I can only imagine Jaxson is being reprimanded through the link for breaking from the table to partake in what we had done. I try to ignore the thought of the king Alpha knowing I had just had a hot and heavy moment with his eldest son, while praying no one knows what happened with the second son, but the dessert comes out and the friction withers. Plates of small cakes come out, each one flavored with an editable flower, all of them different. The king’s is graced with a white and pink lily, while mine is topped with a white, delicate rose. A purple tulip graces Jaxson’s while Vivian’s dessert holds petite, yellow daisies. “Where has Xander

He reached into his bag — past the textbook with the torn cover and the pencil case that didn't close properly and the collection of small objects he kept meaning to remove — and pulled out a drawing. He held it out to his father. A figure in a black dress with butterflies around her head. The dress had careful detail,more careful than the scale of the figure really justified, the work of someone who wanted to get that part right. The butterflies were possibly the size of small horses, which was a scale issue he was aware of and had decided to commit to anyway. At the bottom, in his best handwriting, which he had been practicing specifically for this: For Miss Vale. From Cassian Ardent. I th

she said, making my heart melt. “Ah, I love all the drawings! But I have to be fair and choose a winner. How about the giant dragon?” I suggested making all eyes turn to the oldest. "Yes!" he shouted, jumping for joy. “I won!” Jensen then turned to me and asked, “And what dessert will you choose?” “How about some ice cream? Let’s make a giant ice cream dessert!” I suggested, and everyone was excited, making plans for the ‘big ice cream party’.

She turned the last page. The final drawing of the year was new, made that week, placed in the portfolio while she was not watching. It showed the dining room table from the Christmas Eve dinner, every figure in place, the chandelier above, the centerpiece with its dried flowers from the garden. Every person connected to every other person. At the top, in the letters he used for things he considered settled and complete: OURS. She sat with it for a long time. Damien came to sit beside her.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” He kissed her on the forehead, the familiar warmth of her skin almost undoing him completely. Tessa grabbed his hand, tugging at it with excitement. “Come look! I made something.” Kris let her pull him across the room, each step feeling like a lead weight. She led him to the floor where a pencil drawing lay on a sheet of paper. Kris sat down beside her, feeling numb as he looked at the drawing. It was simple—just three stick people. A man, a woman, and a little girl in between them holding both of their hands.

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