Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

Lot of memories they created and shared moments of their life with each other and things they talked about certainly makes them feel like they have known each other for years. silvery white moonlight sprinkled on the ground, there are screams everywhere. The night's aroma pervades the air, woven into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that comes into contact with the eyes is covered with this soft net. It is not as realistic as it is during the day. They all have vague, illusory colours, each hiding its meticulousness. Point, keep its secrets, and make people feel like dreams. “ Maya……” It was after a few minutes when Asher slowly slid down his hand from her shoulder to

I try to breath deep, and calm down, until Ash starts walking towards me… looking like I am going to be his desert. “Oh, yeah? And what flavour would you be?” I am sure he’s trying to be se.xy but I’ve lost any ounce of composure as I hear Ty. 'I’ll be any da.mn flavour you want me to be Lover Boy.' I have tears streaming down my face, and I can barely make out Ash’s face, but I do catch the confusion, to startled, to ‘oh my goddess really’ looks cross his face in rapid succession. I barely calm myself when Jan pipes up.

He spat and I think he knows he can’t take that back anymore. “A toast then,” I replied almost instantly. I don’t want any dead awkward air after that. We had a toast and we both took a sip of the whiskey. “Fuck, this tastes better than vodka.” I almost screamed. It still tasted like alcohol but there’s definitely a distinct vanilla and sweet honey taste wafting from it. “I know.” Ambrose nodded. There came the impeding reign of silence after that. The sound of the television was the only thing that I can hear. I looked at Ambrose and he seemed like he’s gone on a deep thinking journey.

Anyone who feels it will get goosebumps. Arsen smiled slightly more towards the grin. “Her lips taste so sweet, don’t they? Soft and sweet. The perfect mix to get you hooked.” WHACK!!!!!! To be continued...

“Hope you have enough space in your tummy because there's still a lot more to come,’’ he said as he grinned at me. I could feel my excitement building as I tried to imagine the next thing that I would taste. The next foreign delicacy. “I can't remember the last time I tasted this,” Asher murmured. As I continued to sip on my cocktail, I could feel the strong after taste of the alcohol, fruits and something else that I couldn't quite place my finger on.

he had no reason to not like her " how do you know that I don't like you?" " it is very obvious. I can even smell it" " you are crazy " " No, I am saying the truth, I really can smell it. it smells very sour, like lemon, I bet it tastes like lemon too " Kira stuck out her tongue as if wanting to taste the air around him. Asher looked at her like she had completely lost her mind. "Why do you look like my mother?"

I began. “No,” Zephyr groaned. “His taste buds are broken; everything’s ‘paper’ to him.” “But he liked my cooking at the cottage,” I argued. Asher set the glasses down. “That’s the miracle: my taste came back when I ate your food.” Zephyr’s jaw dropped. “Serious?” “Absolutely,” Asher said. “Her meals aren’t paper. They’re… home.” Zephyr whistled. “Then she’s your cure.”

Came her response. Anton nods, " do you drink hoping it gets sweeter in the process? " He asked again. Ashley could understand where he is heading," unless I add a cube of sugar into it, I can't expect it to become sweet all of a sudden " She answered just the way Anton wanted her to. "I'm glad you said it yourself unless you add the sweet cube into it" He turns to her, " you can't expect the best without putting force in getting it. You can't have a happy ending if you don't strive for one"

I covered my mouth in surprise. Asher cracked a chuckle, his eyes arched into smiley eyes as he did. “It tasted sweet, right? I too am surprise when I first ate it, but I always come back to buy it. Guess I’m a bit addicted to the taste.” He then handed me his water bottle when he noticed my body trembling. It’s been awhile since I have something sweet. It’s delicious, but it’s too.. “…Sweet.” I softly whined and covered my mouth to try finishing the sweet candy. I failed miserably and almost choked when I swallowed the whole caramel cube. Asher instantly stood up and helped me drink the water, albeit he seemed to giggle at me.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.