Iu Marshmallow Novels & Stories

We tried on every food stall, played every game, rode every carnival ride, and tried every activity there was to do. The night went by swiftly. Hade and I sat down on one of the park benches as we chewed on our hotdogs. I think I was too excited with my hotdog because I started choking. Hade immediately gave me the drink we bought with the hotdogs and I chugged shamelessly. I heard Hade chuckle and I glared at him. He smiled warmly in return. "I'll get you another drink, hang on," he said as he reached for the empty cup. He planted a quick kiss on my forehead before disappearing into the crowd.

I could smell them—musky, masculine, intoxicating. “I made marshmallows,” I said stupidly, holding up the spoon like an offering. “They’re fresh. Want to try?” Mike took the spoon from my hand, but instead of eating it himself, he brought it to my lips first. I opened obediently, sucking the sweet, sticky fluff off while staring up at him. His eyes darkened dangerously. He turned to Jax and smirked. “What’s the point of sharing when I can just drink it straight from her mouth?”

Rolex. “I just guessed it. That is it.” Mrs. Rolex replied shortly. Ella took out her smart phone and plugged it into the charger, and she was happy to see it getting charged, something she had least expected on the marooned island of werewolves. Just then, the maid entered the room and informed Mrs. Rolex that the dinner was ready. “Come Ella! Have your dinner first before you can go to sleep.” Mrs. Rolex took her to the dining room. The large table was already laid out, and there were twelve chairs around.

“I know fire too.” Why both of them talked about fire like it was just an elective course at preschool, I had no idea, but before I could protest, the marshmallow at the end of Gabby’s skewer had already turned brown. Good. Then a little too brown, then almost black, and when a thin curl of smoke started rising from the surface, I sat up straighter. “Gabby.” “It’s not done.” The marshmallow actually caught fire, a tiny flame licking at the edge, and Gabby immediately screamed in delight. “MAMI, LOOK!”

I stood in the corridor for a long time before returning to the kitchen. Lily was telling Mara that hot chocolate was better with exactly three marshmallows. Not two. Not four. Three. I sat down at the table. Mara looked at me over Lily’s head, silently asking the question she wouldn't ask in front of her. I gave her a small shake of my head. Later. She nodded. Mrs. Peel placed a mug of hot chocolate in front of me. Three marshmallows. I wrapped my hands around it and sat with my daughter.

of the younger ones, marching them around the yard like some kind of baby drill sergeant. “Alright, troops! We’re going on a mission!” “What kinda mission?” Noah asks, tilting his head. Collin looks dead serious. “To find the biggest marshmallow in the bag before Uncle James eats them all.” Noah and Isla gasp, clearly disturbed by the thought. Then? They take off running toward the snack table, determined. James groans. “Great. Now I’m the bad guy.” Stevie laughs, leaning into Calvin. “You are the bad guy when it comes to marshmallows.”

POPPY I was reading the book that Indy gave me, and goodness, it was sweet. It was so sweet that it made the marshmallow I was eating taste even sweeter than before. I stared down at the fluffy white marshmallow between my fingers and then slowly looked back at the open book resting on my lap. The two of them together felt like too much. I held the marshmallow up suspiciously, then looked at the book again. Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.”

"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.”

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?"