Feng Cha Strawberry Breeze Novels & Stories

00"There won't be any accidents this time, will there?" 00At the moment, in Longteng Square of Campbell City, he was standing in a famous dessert shop, talking to her with his phone in his hand. 00"No, I won't," said Cassandra. 00"Okay, I'll wait for you." 00"That's right." 00He hung up the phone and pointed at the desserts in his database. "I want strawberry cake, chestnut crispy cakes, and one of the mannefe salad truffle cakes. Wrap them up for me."

I asked pointing them. "Well devar ji there is a small ritual remaining". Navya said with a mischievous tone. "And what the hell is that". I asked being irritated. "You have to give us something". Roshni said. I nodded. "Ok what you want". I asked impatiently. "Bhai I already told you what I want, Redmie note 9 pro". Roshni said "and for me I want 5 boxes of ferraro rocher". Navya said shrugging.

There are strawberries drawn all over it. My brows furrow. “Furex Play,” I read quietly. “Safe and edible.” Edible? I stare at it harder. What's this supposed to do? Slowly, I lift my eyes to him in confusion. “We don’t have all night….” he says, staring at me like I'm actually wasting his time. I immediately nod nervously. Right, of course. Trying not to embarrass myself, I open the cap and frame it to squeeze some into my mouth.

I groaned. “It is called a beer float. I swear you’ll love it.” “Uh… no, I won’t. Just give me my ice-cream and let me eat it in peace.” “I’m serious. Strawberry cheesecake Ben and Jerry’s and fruity beer is soooooo good.” Charlie licked her hand that was stained with ice-cream. “Whatever concoction you’re making, I want no part of it.” I eyed the cup Thea was holding, waiting for Charlie to be done.

Never had I thought about those two scents going together, but the blended perfectly together with her. ‘Faye has a deep cherry undertone. When I see her, I’ll let her scent me like she wanted. Having a goddess like that wanting to rub herself all over me … oh! That’s probably what she was telling Mate to do when she was blushing so hard,’ he said, growling with the thought of her doing it.

STANDING ON FIONA'S PORCH, THE gentle breeze playfully caresses my face. Just as I'm about to raise my hand to knock, the door swings open, and there she is – Fiona in all her radiant glory. She's mesmerizing, her emerald dress shimmering in the soft glow of the streetlights. Without her glasses, she's like a living, breathing Tinkerbell, exuding a delicate charm that's impossible to ignore. Her usually wild mane is now tamed into an elegant French braid, accentuating her striking cheekbones and petite jawline.

As the heat builds in her mouth, a twinkle of satisfaction lights up her eyes, knowing she has conquered yet another culinary challenge. As the morning sun reaches its zenith, Beatrice's journey takes an unexpected turn towards The Serene Smoothie Oasis. In search of a refreshing respite, she gazes upon a captivating array of vibrant fruits and wholesome ingredients, just waiting to be blended into a symphony of nutrition and indulgence. With a knowing smile, Beatrice orders a tropical concoction of pineapple, mango, and coconut milk, feeling the coolness of the smoothie cascade down her throat, providing a refreshing burst of energy.

I went near Zale as I was getting kind of seasick. The fishy smell of the ocean gets my nose sensitive. But the breeze helps me to calm down. "Hey, you okay?" Zale asked me as he put my cloak back on my body. I smiled at him and he just stared at me and looked away. I kind of pouted in my mind because he doesn't need to act cold around me. I just stared at the wide and carefree ocean, with its calm waves hitting the boat.

"For the last time, that's powder. Foundation is supposed be liquid" "No, this is foundation" "Powder" "Foundation" "Powder" Foundation " "Pow_" The door opened abruptly and there stood Leo with Hailey beside him with a wicked smile on her face.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m