Licorice X Red Velvet Novels & Stories

"What's that smile for?" "Nothing," he smirked. "Cake time!" They all gathered around the two cakes that were kept on the table. The first one was Natalie and Dante's cake which was a red velvet lace cake. The cake was a mouthwatering 4-step velvet cake with cream cheese icing. It had a white and red color with a red rose decoration at the top, light red roses on the body of the cake. The dark chocolate cake was also a 4-step cake and it was rich in cocoa. It had red roses designed by the side of the cake reaching to the top.

“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.

She gripped the counter, nausea rising. The collar was the exact shade of red Valerio had called her slip last night. Crimson. Blood and silk. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a message. Cael had eyes on her. And he knew. Valerio’s past hadn’t just caught up to him. It had slithered into their present, wrapped in velvet and poison. When Valerio returned, the first thing he saw was Sera, curled in a chair, the note on the table beside her.

We gave this a 7 out of 10. Toasted Marshmallow Delight, a creamy vanilla base swirled with toasted marshmallow ribbons, topped with crumbled graham crackers and a drizzle of chocolate ganache. It tasted like a campfire memory. Rowan, the sweet tooth she is, was definitely obsessed with this one.

“Oh, come on. I’m fine. This is why I don’t want to talk right now. I know that look. You’re blaming yourself again for something you couldn’t have known. I hate it when you always blame yourself. Why not blame that woman?” I went to embrace her. “I love you, baby.” “I know.” She looked at me. “You want purple macarons?” “It’s food coloring.” “No, it’s not. It’s blueberry, lavender, and purple yam flavors.” “Artificial flavors. Additives.” “You don’t know that.” “You’re right, but you can have them. You’re craving, huh?” “I think so. I don’t know.” She shrugged, still enjoying and on her third piece.

I had to press a hand over my eyes because they were going all out with tongues,teeth and hands. “Guys, that's enough. Break it off.” Elena cut them short and they pulled apart. “Carlos, what's my favorite dessert? Carlos huffed, his lips tilting into a smug grin. “Red velvet cake dipped in chocolate,” he answered smoothly. “You remembered! Elena squealed, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. It was Lucia's turn and Elena groaned. “I feel like I'm going to regret this. Anyway, Antonio give Lucia a lap dance.”

I nodded and turned my attention back to the cakes. "Should we start?" I asked. "Yeah," she nodded, crossing her arms. The lady who led us in handed us two forks. Samantha cut a piece of the first cake and then moved on to the next flavor. I followed suit. Chocolate. Vanilla. Red velvet. Carrot. Strawberry. "Vanilla," "Red velvet," Sam and I said simultaneously. I turned to look at her immediately. "I think the red velvet is best," I calmly added. She scoffed. "Vanilla."

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."

Why does my name sound gentle in his mouth? "Do you still need anything, Lucien?" Mama Melly asked. "None," he answered but his eyes were on me. His intense gaze is making me weak so I quickly averted my eyes and busied myself with the cupcakes. "Perhaps we can offer you something to eat? Bella, get the Alpha some food he can enjoy." I felt a little frantic so I offered him the cupcake I was holding but Mama Melly told me that the Alpha is not fond of sweets. "How about fruits, Bella," she suggests.