Dulce Novels & Stories

"Dulce, you are such a good people. And I'm really happy that you're doing well and making progress." "Oh boy, we're even studying! Yeah, I'm going to college, you'll see. But the three of us are learning to speak better and behave better, Tata has been teaching us a lot too. And we owe it all to you guys. And now look at what Rick and Ana have done, people! This is so special, really, I'm getting goosebumps," Dulce said and showed her arm. "Then come with me," I called out and offered her my arm on one side and Ana on the other, leading them to the podium.

She smiled at me and then resumed her task. "I am Dulcie by the way. I figured that you are new." She introduced herself and I smiled in return. "Brenda G," I moved closer. I didn't miss how her name sounded familiar and expensive. "Okay, let's get this done, " She uttered and I nodded in return. Dulcie was a likeable person. I was too busy finalizing our work to notice that Dulcie's book had grasped the embers of a fire. The fire was from the bunsen burner and it had accidentally made contact with Dulcie's notebook and was scorching the pages of the book mercilessly.

I muttered, turning slightly toward the window to hide my smile. My thumbs moved fast over the keyboard. Me: Are you sure you’re not naming it that to jump on the hype train? I mean, I’m basically the city’s headline scandal right now. Grace: Of course not. It’s my way of saying I’m proud of you. But fine, what should I name it then? I leaned back, thinking for a second. Me: How about Douceur? Grace: Oh my god. I love that. It sounds sexy. Me: It is sexy. The kind of dessert that makes people forget they have morals.

“What’s this?” Mina’s tail swayed with excitement as she lifted the lid, revealing a single bowl of ice cream—but this was no ordinary flavor. The smooth, rich texture gleamed under the warm light, with specks of golden honey swirls infused within. “This,” Mina declared, “is my ultimate creation—Royal Honey Delight.” Mies raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”

Alexander Davis finally walks the premier with our lovely Kamaria. She's still twenty years old. But her sway, her attitude, her manner, and her posture clearly showed her upbringing. Her dark chocolate skin and her slender physique bring out the simple beauty of the dress that she was wearing. She had her own favorite designer for this kind of event. She had told me the meaning of her name. "Kamaria means moonlight Adriana, they said that's what my parents named me after." Her parents were gunned down by the rebels, and she was brought secretly to America by her uncle when she was twelve."

I drank more champagne, and try to stay as still as possible. "Good. Thank you, Lorraine. First of all, we are offering you a very exclusive contract. Our company handled the biggest named clients in the country. We are very proud of our listing." She held my hand and look into my eyes. I was still confused about what she was offering, I think I know, but I just refused to believe my train of thought.

Miss Tellaro did not choose to fancy anything so absurd, and quelled her chaperon with a frown. Mrs Andromeda was right in her conjecture - it was the Duke of Venice. He came out of the church after the service with Lord and Lady Roma IX, a burly, red-faced gentleman with very staring blue eyes and a pear shaped head. Mrs Andromeda, who had lingered strategically on the pretext of exchanging greetings with an acquaintance, contrived to be in the way. Lady Roma bowed and smiled, but the Duke, with his rather protuberant eyes fixed on Miss Tellaro, he very palpably twitched her sleeve.

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

“Hey, ‘sup?” “Uh--hi.. You forgot the Dulce de leche..” “Hmm? No, I didn’t.” “You did! It’s with me..” “Well, that’s because it’s for you.” “Ah? But you know I bought a cake and other pastries already..” “Yeah.. And I know you liked the Dulce de leche anyway..” “...But what about you?” “Eh? No, one slice was enough for me. I usually don’t eat too many sweets..”

She asked. "No. I'm not a model." I replied. "But you look familiar though. I've been thinking it since you took off your nose mask. Are you Tim Cougar the model?" She asked. "No, I'm just Eldse. Not a model." I replied. "Oh, weird name but it's cute." She giggled. "Here, it will get cold if you don't drink it soon. I presume you like your coffee hot. Really hot." She blinked at me. "Thanks."