Iu Marshmallow Novels & Stories

"Too much sugar could make me hyper or cause breakouts. There was a nutritionist monitoring everything I ate during those events." Marcus watched me for a moment, his expression thoughtful in the firelight. "That must've sucked," he said softly. "It did," I admitted. "I always dreamed of sitting in a circle like this, around a bonfire with other kids, listening to real scary stories. I wanted to eat marshmallows until I felt sick, tell stupid jokes, maybe even scare a few people…" "Well," Marcus said, grabbing a marshmallow and sliding it onto a skewer, "if it's up to me, I'm going to stuff you with marshmallows and anything else you want."

Carrie offered hers, trying to hold in her giggles as to not embarrass him further. "Thanks," he mumbled lowly, then grabbed for the marshmallow. "Wait! No, its ho-" She tried to get her words out in time but he grabbed it before she was able to finish. "Ah! Hot!" He threw the hot, sugary treat off of his hand and it landed in the fire. "Ow, ow, ow." He hissed, shook his hand and blew on it rapidly. We stared for a second, wondering if that really did just happen, then burst into fits of laughter once again.

He mumbled afterwards and sat on the chair, puffing air through his nostrils and mouth. Kensington stepped in. Her stomach growled noisily in irritation. Her nose wriggled at the disgusted place. The room was dimly lit by a red incandescent light. A shoulder bumped into her and a loud hiss followed, “Hey, What do you want?” She turned in the direction of the voice. Another girl with red lipstick smeared on her lips, mascara packed on her face and chewing gum scowled at her. She gave her a once over and hissed again.

A dark look crossed his face as he looked at me. ‘That’s fine, let’s say for 10 people’ he said, regaining his composure. We met at a wood paneled restaurant with large stained glass. The atmosphere was cozy and inviting. Jamie had informed me that this place made the best sausages in Bavaria and that they were grilled on an open fire. They also served several German beers on tap, so I knew the guys would appreciate that aspect of the restaurant. Darcie and Ruth had joined us and the four of us definitely had way too much beer to drink. Marshall ensured we were all returned to our hostel safely. As I said goodnight and turned to walk to my room I felt a hand on my wrist. I turned to see Mars

Marshmallow looked nervous as he carefully blew on the coffee. I kicked him again, making him fall over. "How do you expect me to drink that with all your saliva in it?" "I'm sorry, milady. It's my fault. Please punish me." He lowered his head, acting like he was scared. I pondered the situation, then chuckled when I looked at the rest of the toys on the table. "I want you to head to the bubble tea store opposite here and get me a cup. Keep the vibrator in you." Marshmallow wasn't upset by my demand. On the contrary, he looked excited. He got dressed and hurried to the door. When he reached it, I turned on the vibrator and put it on medium intensity.

She was sure that Nicholas wasn’t going to let her roast another marshmallow again. "Mary, are you okay?" Alice asked as she noticed the scene. Mary nodded, and the rest of the group expressed their concerns. Nicholas picked another stick from the tray and inserted a marshmallow into it, giving Mary the one he had been roasting and roasting the new one. Mary received it with thanks, and she took a bite, almost moaning as it melted on her tongue. It was sugary, with a soft and pillowy texture, but it was good, and in no time she had finished it, leaving her craving for more. Mary licked her lips, her neck stretching like a giraffe, as she watched Nicholas roast the marshmallow with an expert

I observe, watching him carefully rotate the marshmallow over the flames. “S’mores are not to be taken lightly. There’s an art to it.” He pulls the marshmallow out, examining it critically. “Perfect. Here, open up.” He feeds me the s’more, and I have to admit—it’s perfect. The marshmallow is gooey without being burnt, the chocolate is melted, and the graham crackers provide the perfect crunch. “Okay, I’m impressed,” I admit around a mouthful. “I have many hidden talents.” He makes another one for himself, this time deliberately letting his marshmallow catch fire. “See, some people like them burnt. Those people are wrong, but they exist.”

“Yeah. Don’t break pack traditions.” I say with a small smile and she sighs dramatically. “Oh, well, fine. We wouldn’t want to upset the marshmallow gods.” She teases and I laugh. “Smart.” She takes the marshmallow and eyes it for a few seconds before takes a bite. As soon as she does a moan slips out and I can't help but chuckle. “Oh wow… okay, that’s amazing.” She says and I chuckle, nodding my head. “I know, right?”

“She mentioned that she wanted to buy marshmallows for Cherry. She took $2 and walked around half the city.” Right after she spoke, the four-year-old Cherry suddenly slapped Grapie on the back of her hand. The pink marshmallow fell to the ground, and a lot of dust and grass clippings made it dirty. “Why did you come back so quickly?” Cherry instantly lost her cool, and hatred shone in her childish eyes.

"Not sure. I'll definitely be here for Christmas, though." "Good!" Mallory shoved her manicured hand into the popcorn bag. "You'll be here to see me in the Christmas parade! I'm riding on the mayor's float-." She continued to talk animatedly through the advertisements. Caden was relieved when the previews came on, eliminating all conversation.