Fairy Tail Éclair Novels & Stories

OF: I still want to have your pastries OF: Did that sound wrong to me only? WG: No SL: Nope PS: No! OF: Well OF: I'll still maintain what I said even if it has a double meaning OF: I want your pastries Mob Boss Ash OF: Your pastries that change in size, shape, and taste but are always exquisite on my tongue OF: I like the eclairs the most because of their girth and length MC: I don't know her SL: [Photo attached] Ash: What the f*ck

Alice looked at Ethan for a second and then burst into laughter. “What’s so funny?” Ethan asked “Obviously you…Me a fairy…That’s ridiculous... You know what I think maybe I am an alien with some superpowers. Like the one we see in movies.” “Alice I am serious. You are living in this human world disguised as a human so definitely, you cannot be an angel. You have the aura to attract light. So there is a high possibility of you being a fairy”

It's not a surprise anymore . The dress this time was also beautiful . It is a red dress with silver and golden decorations in the border and the body . It's a full sleeve and a long gown with a mermaid type style . The silver lining glows at the light like a star . Emily tied her hair up and decorated it with some golden accessories . Her makeup was done by another maid though . She looked very beautiful at the end of the long process . Though she fell asleep in the middle of the process many times . The make over was done just before the time to leave . Harren was waiting for her at the front entrance . When he turned around to see his partner for today his jaw dropped . He was like mesme

As she poked one egg with a stick, she popped it into her mouth, and then the sweet-and-sour flavor of the egg coated the inside of her mouth. Clara ended up tasting a variety of food in every stall—some were sweet, some were savory, and some were just outright bizarre like the rubbery gillus eye she bought from a bulky vendor whose face was filled with glass studs. She had to move over to a less crowded spot the entire time she was eating, so no one could see her face as she removed her veil.

*Elentari POV* I woke up the next day, happy the color was still in my hair. I curled it as best I could overnight while sleeping in curlers. I went to my closet and was happy to see more clothes. There was an extremely cute knee-length black lace dress with a built-in corset. A matching lace choker was on the hanger as well. I paired them with my knee-high heeled boots and smiled. I used a spell to create a magnificent curly updo with braids and smiled at myself. I felt like a princess today. I had come to accept my curves in the last few days and smiled, looking at myself from every direction in the mirror. This was my last day as a normal person. After today, I will be the Princess of Fae

The First Murder (part 3) “How is she doing?” Mr. Tevyat asked, taking his coat off from his shoulders and hanging it on the coat rack near the door, he took his hat too and also hung it on the coat rack. Jack came after, holding a box of cupcakes--- cookies and cream flavour--- just like how Auria likes them. Jack took off his coat too and put it beside Azrick’s before being led by the maid to where Auria was at the moment. “The miss has yet to heal. I do not think she will ever heal from this. Shedoes not eat, nor does she take showers anymore despite her being an advocate for hygiene. We rarely see her out of her room and would only go out to drink a glass of water and nothing more.” The

Years inside the Lennox perimeter had taught her how to wear a mask even while her body betrayed her. Kai, focused on performance and reliability, missed nothing of the technical execution and almost everything of the current running beneath the table. He asked about allergies, about late-night requests, about the children’s simpler preferences. Raphaël answered each point with the same measured clarity. When he lifted the final cloche—a citrus-scented panna cotta with a brittle caramel lattice that shattered under the lightest pressure of a spoon—he allowed himself the smallest smile. The dimple appeared, deep and fleeting. Elara’s breath caught.

"Oh my, this éclair is richer and more intoxicating than my man's scent after a long night!" "They say a man can be a woman's remedy, but with these éclairs, I'll be glowing and satisfied in ways no man could ever manage!" Every woman who got their hands on one of Mom's éclairs acted like they had found some kind of magical elixir. Even wealthy women, their crimson lips painted to perfection, would show up at Mom's shop. Behind them trailed exhausted young men, clearly drained of every ounce of energy. One of those women, cradling her éclair like a treasure, purred, "You can just tell these éclairs are made from the finest ingredients. No amount of money could recreate something this exquisi

For a little box of eclairs. Ellie gives her a little smile and begins to arrange chocolate eclairs into the showcase. “Tell your aunt Chloé I said hi, ma chére. I expect to see her at this week's poker party. And I wish you a beautiful day like you, dear Ellie.” The blond intern keeps being busy with eclairs, giving Emily only a little nod.

I can’t help but sense something is off about that guy, but I need to focus on what is in front of me. ‘You look lovely, Claire.’ She steps back and does a twirl. ‘I’m glad you like it. Let’s go inside.’ Her house is very tidy she leads me to the kitchen to a vast island table. There are a few different platters she has prepared. ‘Wow, this looks great, Claire.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah, can I try one of these things?’ 'Of course, you can. It’s called a vol-au-vent, by the way. There are a few different flavours.’