Licorice X Red Velvet Novels & Stories

He said to him, “What flavor?” Hilary asked as he played along. Rapheal’s eyes lit up as soon as he heard this, he could help but quickly responded “Vanilla and strawberry with sprinkles on it.” Hilary looked at Freda, who was still quiet, and then back at Rapheal. “Okay. Vanilla, strawberry, and sprinkles. Anything else?” He asked. “Hmm…” Rapheal thought and put his hand on his chin and said. “And one chocolate stick.”

She then leaned over to explain the different flavors to Hayward. "The tan is nut, the yellow is fruit, the brown is coffee, and the red is mulled wine. If you have a particular distaste for any of those flavors, that's the color you should avoid..." she warned before diving her fork into a piece and popping it into her mouth. He might not have a sweet tooth, per se, but she certainly did.

"It's a secret now let's eat cake, I dying to see what flavour you got me" "I thought I could mix all your favourite cake flavours into one cake, so I mixed vanilla, chocolate, red velvet, and strawberry, I hope you like it," I said after cutting the cake in half and she looked like she was about to cry. "I don't like it," she said "oh!" I mumbled as I stared at the cake, feeling a bit bump out "No dear you didn't let me finish, I don't like it, I love it, it beautiful love thank you so much,"

"Hi! ...The sweetest liqueur you have for us!« He smiled and his colleague handed him a bottle with bright red contents. He handed us two shots filled with this red liqueur and we sniffed it. 'Smells like strawberries...' I nodded to Debby after her statement and we drank the liqueur and returned the glasses to the bartenders. Debby ordered the liquor for our whole table and the young man said he would have a waiter bring it for us. A short time later a waiter came with a tray full of red liqueur glasses. Craig was happy and raised his glass to the top. This time we all toasted each other and everyone exte the liqueur away. Taylor and Simon grimaced. "Fuck that's cute!" Taylor took a sip of

Jake assured her. " You wouldn't say that if I turned into a ball," she murmured. " Allie, I think you're perfect now, and I'll think you're perfect even if you gain fifty pounds," he assured her. That statement made us peaceful for the rest of the time we stood there. In the end, we chose the red velvet with white chocolate and berries, which Pyotr liked, while Allie and Jake chose the vanilla one with fondant. " I think we set a record here, Allie," I commented as we left the store after spending almost the entire morning trying the cakes.

“Special blend. Most don’t know we do more than sell cannabis blends and eatables.” Sell, Lucas repeated at the back of my mind. I thought it was odd too, but I smiled kindly at the man. The sadness that had been clinging to him seemed to be easing. It was Renda. He knew her somehow, but I doubted I would get a chance to ask. “It’s hard to get the chocolate, vanilla, and bergamot balanced right,” Renda said. “Cocoa Madness has always been my favorite.” I frowned and looked at her, “Bergamot? Like Earl Grey tea?”

“Sorry, Lo. They didn’t have pink anymore, would red work if we mix it with some white or orange?” Nevertheless, I didn’t want to care for him. I didn’t want to get worried about Ryan, and saying that, I preferred to ignore his uncommon behavior. “… I wanted it pink… But, okay! I can use red instead!” Like me, Lorelei answered me as if nothing was going on, while behaving as the nicest and easiest child to take care of. “Thank you, Lorelei.” As I handed the red icing to her, I kissed her head next before sitting down in the same seat that I was early.

The same one he called me repeatedly the night we decided to… to make me his. But I was never his. I looked up at him just to see a little blunt from the side of his eyes. Was he doing this on purpose? God, this was excruciating. I picked up another fork and tried the next sample—red velvet. "We should probably choose soon. The wedding is in four days." "I'm aware." The coldness in his voice made me flinch. "Malachi—" "The vanilla," he said abruptly, cutting me off. "We'll go with the vanilla. It's classic. Appropriate for what this is."