Licorice Cookie X Red Velvet Novels & Stories

Alexandria uttered as she zooms in the other details of the ocean themed wedding cake. "What flavor did he choose?" She questioned without looking at Jingfei. Jingfei chewed her food first and drank some iced tea, "Lemon and Red Velvet. Alexandria took a glimpse at Jingfei, her expression saying, "You're not joking right?", In which Jingfei replied, "Nope! I'm not! It's truly lemon and red velvet but I was thinking of letting him have a taste of the other flavors that I will be bringing to him for tomorrow's taste test, just in case he will change his mind."

Rylee As the clock struck 5 in the evening, I moved to the bathroom and got ready for my birthday celebration. I called Lucas earlier that day and he informed me that the shop was crowded. My plans changed and I decided to go after the deliveries had been done for the day. That was the perfect moment to host any party because the employees and my manager would be free. I paid for a cake to be made and I was sure Lucas would make an extra effort to see me smile. I specifically told him I needed a red velvet cake with white designs. I had no idea what my sudden obsession with the color red was but I was craving it badly.

My cookie, adorned with a somewhat lopsided heart, hadn't turned out as I'd hoped. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad," I muttered, feeling a little self-conscious. Amy, still chuckling, offered a playful verdict. "You know what? You can eat this cookie. I'm sorry, Raven, but I don't think we can save it at this point." I frowned at my culinary mishap but complied, taking a bite of the cookie in question. The moment it touched my taste buds, my frown disappeared. These cookies were nothing short of a culinary masterpiece, balancing crunchiness, softness, and a symphony of flavors.

But, like everything in his life, that had been taken from him after the accident. “Here!” An excited voice interrupted his thoughts and, when Massimo looked up, he realized that not only was the little girl back, but she also had two cookies in her hands “They're red velvet cookies, my favorite! Mommy always makes them for me when I'm sad. Today she made it for the picnic, but maybe it will help you to be happy.” She smiled hopefully, holding out the treat to him.

Emma's POV Tuesday I tell Celeste, not about the wedding. About the tart variation first because that's what she asked for and Celeste operates on the principle that professional things come before personal ones in professional spaces. I present both concepts. The lavender honey and the blood orange version. She tastes the lavender from Sunday's test and goes quiet in the focused way that means she's actually evaluating. "The base shatters," she says. "Yes." "The lavender is restrained." "Twelve minutes exactly."

I chuckled softly, almost to myself. Demetria’s eyes softened. “Guess I did something right then.” “More than right,” I murmured, taking a bite. The taste was perfect, crisp edges, soft center, just the right sweetness. I couldn’t stop the small hum that escaped my throat. “Damn, Wildfire. You’ve just ruined every other cookie for me.” She laughed. “It’s literally cinnamon and butter, Marion.” “Yeah,” I said, picking up another and breaking off a piece. “Heavenly cinnamon and butter.”

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

Before going to bed, finish the Red Velvet I bought especially for you. Who knows, after this, you may no longer taste the cake I gave you. Tristan Quartararo.

“Told you. Hidden gem. No paparazzi, no gluten guilt.” We were barely seated before the owner, a cheerful woman with curly grey hair and frosting smudged on her apron, brought out four little sample plates: red velvet, chocolate truffle, strawberry swirl, and vanilla bean with raspberry center. “Okay,” Lucas said, grabbing a fork with childlike glee, “no judgment if I make inappropriate noises while eating.” I laughed. “As long as you don’t cry over cake, we’re good.” Red velvet was first. Moist, creamy, not too sweet. Then the chocolate truffle—so rich it should’ve come with a warning. Lucas groaned dramatically.

I whispered as my eyes bore into his. "Whatever smart ass, do you want it or not." Are you kidding? Red velvet cake? Of course I want it. I nodded, as he bent, too close, way too close that I could even smell his cologne. He brought the cake to my mouth, and I let him feed me. The velvet cake melted on my tongue, sweet, buttery, with a hint of cocoa. My taste buds tinkled as I continued chewing on the cake with my eyes closed, trying not to moan. I felt Jace soft thumb grazed my lips, brushing a crumb off, I licked his finger unknowingly.