Iu Marshmallow Novels & Stories

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

I muttered, watching as yet another marshmallow charred black. “Is it possible to toast a marshmallow or is this one of those grown-up lies like math being important and salad being good for you?” I laughed, took the stick gently from his hands, and showed him again—slow, steady, rotating in a rhythm. After a few minutes, he finally managed one that was gooey and golden. He bit into it, melted chocolate smeared across his lip. “This,” he declared, “is worth the trauma.” I couldn’t help the grin. “Glad to hear it.”

He looked more dissatisfied with my words, about to press on the matter but I cut him off as i said, “ Let's eat.” “ Oh.” Charles said softly. We all settled on the logs of wood, grabbing the marshmallow and placing them by the fire before they were placed into our mouths and they melted sweetly. I chewed on it with small moans leaving my lips…after 500 marshmallows plus. I sat in a bent angle on the log, laying on Gideon's chest with a smile on my face, my hands moved to my stomach and I rubbed on it with a drowsy look.

Off-limits obviously means arousing as fuck to me. "Alright," I hold up the marshmallow I put on a stick to Riley. "Hold this over the flame and let it get nice and toasted, burnt if you want. When it's done, we'll stick it in between this chocolate and a graham cracker. That's a s'more." "It's good," Hadley reassures her. "You'll like it, I promise." I grip my hand over her small one to help her hold it steady. Her look of concentration reminds me of Hadley and I can't keep the smile off my face. "You want it toasted or burnt?"

"Watch and learn, fire boy." Taking her skewer, she fixed him with an arched eyebrow before plunging her marshmallow directly into the flames. When she pulled it out again, the round white confection was engulfed in blue flame. Gently, she blew out the fire to reveal a charred marshmallow. "You burned it," Judd observed. "It's crispy on the outside, gooey on the inside. Pure perfection." She lay the marshmallow on top of the chocolate and used the other graham cracker to slide it off the skewer.

Whenever I took a bite of lasagna, I’d take a marshmallow and pop it in my mouth. “Uh Luna…” I looked up and noticed that they were all looking at me. “You’ve been eating a lot of marshmallows lately.” Primo said. I looked at Marina and she was smiling. “I don’t know why but I’ve been craving marshmallows lately. I used to eat these when I was in California, right Marina?” I looked at Marina and she smiled. “Yeah, Luna loves marshmallows.” I know Primo was suspicious but he smiled and nodded. “Really? I’ll buy you some next time.” I nodded and thanked him.

"He didn't hurt you, did he? Do I need to kill him?" Even after my crappy night, he pulled a smile from me. "No, he didn't hurt me. No need for a murder charge tonight." Present "Marshmallow?" Dee asked, shoving one in my face. I pulled the white goo off her roasting stick and popped it into my mouth. The sugar rush did little to improve my mood. The air smelled of campfire and saltwater, the night mild. A breeze blew in from the ocean, making the wild grass sway. It was a beautiful night. Great friends, gorgeous setting.

But I never had an issue with being selfish before… “… You take the marshmallow, put it on a stick, hold it to the fire until it catches like this. And then you smash it between two crackers and some chocolate. S’mores.” I looked down at the burning white blob-like substance at the end of the stick as the wolf gave a very active demonstration. It was on fire and the once bright sticky marshmallow was now black. He blew out the flame and pulled off the burnt piece smashing the remains between the two brown squares of graham cracker and a piece of chocolate. I stared at him curiously, but before I could say anything, he was shoving it to my lips, so I opened them to take the bite he fed me. My

Blake was certain they all tasted the same. "Close your eyes," he challenged picking up a different coloured marshmallow in each hand. I laughed, closing my eyes. A puffy squishy marshmallow hit my lips. "Open." He stuffed the marshmallow into my mouth. "Now tell me what color?" "Pink," my reply was muffled by the sticky marshmallow goo filling my mouth. "You peeked," he accused laughing. "I did not," I said through a mouthful of pink goo. He strolled to his wardrobe, pulling out a heavy, woolen winter scarf.

Cracking my graham cracker in half and putting chocolate on one piece, I placed the marshmallow in the middle, using the top cracker to pull it off. Monica stood in front of me as I held it up for her to take a bite. Marshmallow oozed out the sided but her eyes popped out of her head. Her little eyes rolled in the back of her head as she moaned in happiness. Everyone busted up laughing at her reaction.