Iu Marshmallow Novels & Stories

“No, I won’t. Because I like living. I enjoy not being roasted like a marshmallow.” Lia tilted her head. “You’d make a terrible marshmallow.” I sat up and pointed at her. “That is not the takeaway here, Lia!” Colby smirked. “I think it is.” Matt leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “You’d be one of those tiny, sad, half-melted marshmallows that gets stuck at the bottom of the hot cocoa.” Jesse nodded. “Or the one that falls into the fire and burns up instantly.” I groaned. “Oh my god, stop comparing me to tragic marshmallows!”

“Aw, you shouldn’t have, Officer Marsh…” Marsh. The weirdo's name is Marsh. As in Marsh potatoes, after the proposing impact of my punch. “…Is that your mama’s recipe or just leftovers from the dumpster out back?” Jordan's tone was enough to make Marsh's jaws tightened, his left eye twitching. Marsh glared through the slot in the door. “Still got that smart mouth, Vex. You’ll swallow it along with your tongue one day.” Jordan winked. “Swallowing has never been a problem, sir. Just depends who’s asking.”

I smiled and abruptly rummaged in his bag, hoping that I might see the letter earlier. "Where's the letter?" He looked at me, reluctantly. "I already threw it earlier." He answered deadpanned. But I continue digging in his bag and I smiled as I saw a large pack of marshmallows on his bag. "I bet that one is better!" I saw a curve in his lips. As of now, I actually could not trade it for anything. I mean, I would rather be working out every day than not be able to eat at least one marshmallow every day. He really knows my favorite.

Amaris felt like everyone in the last few days had been talking in riddles. “That was it? Did he say what Lyle needed to tell you? Hey yours is on fire. I hope you like burned marshmallows.” Anna said sarcastically. She knew that Amaris did not like them burned at all. When they were little the two of them used to have contests to see who could make the most perfectly toasted marshmallow without burning it. It was always a tie because they would eat them all before they could decide.

"And... he...is big." Marigold explains Matteo’s height to Daniel by standing on her tippy toes. "Like a big, scary dinosaur! Rawr!" Luca adds with a ferocious little roar. "Yes, big, but he does uppies, so it's fine too." Marigold adds before stealthily reaching for a large marshmallow with her chubby little hands and stuffing it in her mouth. "No, we said dinner first, Mari." I say while shaking my head at her. She tries her best to chew the treat inconspicuously, but her cheeks remain puffed.

Marshmallows, chocolate, cream cheese dip, lots of crackers, infused marshmallows (wink, wink), peanut butter cups, flavored marshmallows, and even bacon strips. Kirrah had joined Aubrianne at the food tent, completely missing her heading there as she was looking at her mate flexing and cutting more wood. And some she-wolves were ogling. Kirrah did not like it one bit, but they were just looking, and she trusted her mate, but boy, did she want to gouge their eyes right out of their sockets. Nevertheless, she was so caught up that she had even missed the interaction with Mekhi, and she hoped he was okay. He seemed like a nice guy, and the way Zayne speaks of him, he must be one of the good on

“Can’t remember the last time I had these.” The sweet smell of sugar toasting soon mixes with the smoky air. My marshmallow blisters at the edges, gooey and golden, and Jace smashes it between two chocolate squares and a cracker. I slide it off the stick with my fingers and take a bite. Delicious. Jace taps the empty soda bottle against his knee, chewing on his uncooked marshmallows. “Man, we can’t just sit here like we’re eighty. Let’s play something.” Luca snorts. “What, you wanna play bingo?”

“That’s marshmallow abuse.” I rolled my eyes, sticking another one on. “Calm down. There’s a whole bag left.” “Doesn’t matter. You wasted one. Somewhere, a child is crying.” “Pretty sure the child is you,” Alison muttered. The food was simple but good, the kind you only crave on nights like this. Charred hot dogs, sticky wings, corn dripping with butter. And of course, marshmallows burning black because people refused to be patient. Conversation picked up, easy and scattered. Liam was arguing with Quentin about who roasted the better marshmallow. Whitney kept trying to organize toppings like it was a science project. Sandra laughed when Ledger bit into a s’more and ended up with melted choco

"I know, I'd just rather eat a lettuce wrap. And hey, you were right, it does taste really good. The avocado is fresh." Tarra removes the paper folded around her sandwich and takes a bite, not removing the bread. "I know, right? Anyways, tell me. I'm dying for details on how your night with Marshmallow went and also how your cop-a-feel training was. So, spill." In between eating the rest of our food, I tell Tarra about the training and my night with Drew. And after a few coughs, and chokes of food, she lets out a dramatic gasp. "Say what? Marshmallow is a two-pump chump?! I knew something had to be wrong with him. Well, maybe he only jumped the gun quick because he was anxiously anticipating

But there are still things I absolutely cannot stand — honey, milk, and marshmallows. With a heavy sigh, I stared at the decorative marshmallow on the plate and the glass of hot milk beside it. And if the Universe had truly decided to mock me again, that milk would definitely contain honey. Vera caught my expression and broke into delighted laughter. Everyone turned toward her. “Ruslan, you’re incredible!” she said between giggles. “You managed to bring absolutely everything Maya hates. And if there’s even a spoonful of honey in that milk, you deserve a medal!”