Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

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.

Tbh: you seem cool Tbh: you cute for a dark skin girl Tbh: you would be fine as fuck if you was light skin I reread the last two Tbhs over and over again, I didn't realize I was crying till I saw my tear drops hit my phone screen "cute for a dark skin girl" "you would be cute if you was light skin" those words replayed in my head as if it was a catchy song that I couldn't stop singing.

OF: Perhaps SL: Damn, I like you PS: I like her too WG: I'm positively neutral AJ: I hate her OF: Stop rating me like a seven-star room -_- AJ: I don't like you OF: Of course, you don't because LOVE me OF: Understandable OF: None of this replies my question PS: Asher loves sweets of all kinds, especially chocolates or chocolate-based sweets, pastries, and candies OF: That explains why he ate some of mine OF: But oh my god OF: Ashybear is addicted to sweets. They are about to explode again OF: I can imagine him munching on his chocolate candies while snipping some fingers :) MC: What the hell is wrong with you MC: I'm sorry about her

His eyes narrowed as they approached, sizing them up with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. “You’re not from here,” the man grunted, his voice gravelly. “What do you want?” Asha stepped forward, her posture confident, yet careful. “I’m Asha Frostheart. And I’ve come with a message.” The man’s gaze flickered at the mention of her name, but he didn’t flinch. “You’re the one they’re calling a traitor, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low. “The one who broke the Blood Pact.”

Having a nip is also, at times, the only thing that can keep us from freezing to death in the colder seasons. Every family has their own unique recipe and blend. I’m partial to Aya’s because it’s not quite as sweet as the rest. I don’t know what she uses, but the botanical concoction is as herbal as it is fruity and doesn’t hurt your teeth or turn your stomach after more than a few sips.

Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.

The journey north was a descent into a winter that had no right to exist. The land, which should have been shaking off the last vestiges of spring's thaw, was locked in a premature, unnatural frost. The air was still and heavy, carrying not the scent of pine and earth, but the sharp, metallic tang of sorcery. It was a cold that seeped into the bones, a chill that no fire could truly chase away, a physical manifestation of the Ashen Paw's advance.

The forest floor was soft beneath his paws, the scents of earth and pine filling his nostrils as he pushed himself faster, harder. Suddenly, Asher’s pace quickened, his head snapping up as he caught an unexpected scent in the air. It was faint at first, just a whisper on the breeze, but it was enough to send a shock of recognition through him. His heart pounded as he inhaled deeply, the scent growing stronger—sweet, enticing, utterly irresistible. Without a second thought, Asher surged forward, his focus narrowed to a single point. Carlisle called out behind him, his voice tinged with confusion and concern, but Asher barely registered it. He knew that scent, knew it with a certainty that sho

I needed the fresh air. I walked out the door and quickened my pace out of the compound. I pulled the hood over my head and stuck my hands into the hoodie's pocket. The moon shone brightly, illuminating the stars clustered across the sky. The air was cold just as expected and refreshing. I took deep breaths and sighed. A ghost smile was tugging on my lips. The cold breeze blew strands of my bangs across my face. The street was lone and quiet just as expected. After all, it was night. I darted down to street with only my hard breaths as company. I wasn't far gone when I heard a familiar voice. "Hey."