Dessert Drawings Novels & Stories

I made it very clear that he could go ahead with whoever he desired. I shook my head, smiling till I got back to the kitchen only to meet my jalapeno poppers all burnt! Just great! An hour later, Desmond walked in to meet me doing a sketch. "Hey!" "Hey," I replied slower without turning back to look at him. "What're you doing?" He was awkward. It was obvious. "Just doing a little therapeutic drawing," I coughed, drawing the circles that continued to perfectly loop into the previous to form a spiraling pattern on the plane page.

This man is an insane genius for his own good' Pari kept thinking by herself. She checked the plates for her clue. She checked the order of dishes if they hint any numbers or something. 'How am I going to deal with 7 dessert plates and a coffee cup????' she thought. Next she checked the coffee cup. It was latte with a question mark. She realised that it was a question. Then she moved back to the other plates to check if she could get any clue Macaroon Apple Pie Red velvet cake Raspberry tart Yam pudding Marshmallow pie

Now, she sat here in the mornings, drinking the coffee he made for her—the silent, pathetic peace offering he left on the counter every day, hoping she wouldn't throw it out. He looked at the refrigerator—at the blue circular magnet holding up the three drawings. He wanted his drawing up there so badly it made his chest ache, but he didn't know how to ask without sounding desperate. "What are we drawing, Eli?" "Animals," Eli said, his small hand moving with fierce concentration. "Mrs. Yusuf said to draw our favorites." "How many do we have?" "Three." Eli pointed a small finger. "That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald."

Too cute. There are globs of some sort of melting purplish stuff all over the coffee table, probably the boysenberry ice cream from the freezer. The creamy liquid has dried in parts and pooled in others, dripping over the edge of the table. Someone’s used his fingers to draw a rather crude picture of a duck smoking a joint on it. Or maybe it’s a bulldog with a mustache. I really can’t tell. Whoever did this probably couldn’t tell either. Most likely suspect – Ben.

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and said, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like afte

I watch as he bites into it and moans, his lips around the danish do something weird to my body, not to mention the way he is moaning. “Wow, these are delicious, heavenly. Do you have a personal chef who makes them or catering brought in? I need to have these in my hotels for the guests.” He looks like he is in some kind of food heaven. “I have no idea, I will find out from Brigitte.” Xander still hasn’t looked at the drawings. This is a waste of my time and I am beginning to seethe. “The drawings,” I almost shout at him. Damn this man the way he is making a meal out of the pastry, licking his bottom lip and looking into my eyes. I want to turn away but I am transfixed and I am finding it ve

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

“Thanks. I’d appreciate that.” Marina clapped her hands together lightly, signaling the next phase. “Alright! Since we’re all done with our main dish, it’s time for dessert.” “Yay! Dessert!” Evalie exclaimed, bouncing in her seat with both fists pumped into the air. I laughed softly at her enthusiasm as Marina disappeared back into the kitchen. A moment later, she returned, balancing a tray with four small glasses. The mousse inside was rich and velvety, topped with delicate swirls of whipped cream and tiny chocolate shavings that glittered under the light.

It had been a while since they had a special treat like this, and Irene was determined to make it happen. After savoring every bite of the delectable pasta, Irene leaned back in her chair, her stomach comfortably full. She glanced at the dessert tray sitting on the small table nearby. It was adorned with a variety of tempting treats, and one item in particular caught her eye, a beautifully plated dessert, still covered in plastic wrap. Curiosity got the better of her, and Irene couldn't resist the temptation. She carefully unwrapped the dessert and revealed a delightful concoction. It was a rich chocolate mousse cake topped with fresh strawberries and a drizzle of raspberry sauce.

I was too curious about the desserts to think of anything else. “What do you mean?” “I mean—how are we even supposed to eat these? All these art don’t even look edible. It looked like they had been made by Leonardo Da Vinci himself. And this vase, why is there a vase in the middle of a dinner plate.” “That’s because it’s not a real vase. It’s made of sugar.” He explained and my eyes widened a bit as I glanced down to the vase on the plate. How in the world did they make this from—