Dessert Drawings Novels & Stories

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."

I hope to be good friends with Ciara one day as we rule our neighboring kingdoms together. Dessert comes next, and the offerings that the cooks bring in are just as wonderful as the main dishes—rich chocolate cheesecake, strawberry tarts, and lemon pie. “This dinner is fabulous,” I tell Dyannah. “Thank you for all of this. Our people needed a celebration.”

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—

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

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 gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

"What will we draw?" "You will draw something or someone that means a lot to you, Danae. And once you are done each one of you will show and tell a story about your drawing with the rest." I gaze at the female with her long neatly groomed braids who is sat closely next to Calix as I answer her. These two are Argus's closest friends. "Can we draw butterflies?" "Yes, you can." "Can I draw my favourite fruit? It is an apple." "Yes." "What about the hut I live with mama?"

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.