Licorice X Red Velvet Novels & Stories

It was either too sugary or free of sugar. I was almost about to give up, when mom called our attention to one of them. It was chocolate cake mixed with red velvet. I and Teresa tasted a chunk of it, and was so ecstatic. It was perfect. “This is so good!” Teresa cried. “Yes, it’s perfect.” I agreed. Mother smiled at me. “The bride have spoken. It’s perfect like you are, my doll. I love you so much,” she said softly making me slightly emotional. “Thanks mom.”

The call ended with a soft beep, but I stood there for a moment in the quiet of my living room, phone still in my hand, my heart filled with a warm buzz that spread all the way down to my toes. I glanced over at the cake box sitting on the counter and smiled again. The top read “Three Sweet Years” in soft gold icing, with a tiny fondant baby bootie just above the lettering. I had it custom made, half red velvet, Lysander's favorite, and half vanilla, mine. A perfect balance. Just like we always said we were.

Meredith pushed the thought out of her mind and spooned up the whipped cream. She found that it was not just whipped cream but it looked to be a torte. She tasted each part individually. The whipped cream was infused with a vanilla vodka of some kind. The next layer was a butter cake soaked in a limoncello. She knew her father preferred Volare’s limoncello.

I pause briefly. “I’m not interested in an entire night.” I wink at him. He smiles. “What exactly is it that you’re after then, Beautiful?” He releases my hair and tucks it gently behind my ear. “A quick fix would be adequate, wouldn’t you agree?” My eyes never leave his as I take a sip of the cocktail he had sent over not long ago. “Mmm, what is this red poison? It’s… Orgasmic.” The drink's incredibly delicious, the liquor dances over my taste buds, slowly heating my body and loosening the built-up tension.

“I think I’ll go with that. And maybe a few daisies to add a bit of whimsy.” They spent the next hour going back and forth—figuring out the menu, debating the right choice for the cake, and deciding on the perfect music playlist. They disagreed on some things, like whether the band should play live jazz or acoustic music, but the little arguments only deepened their connection. “I still don’t understand why you want vanilla with strawberry filling,” Gabriel said, his brows furrowing playfully as he jotted down his notes. “Red velvet is where it’s at.” “Red velvet is overrated,” Lydia shot back with a laugh. “Vanilla is classic, light, and fresh—perfect for the warm weather. Red velvet is all

Thea poured more into her glass and spiked it with poison. "Looks like I poured too much, Sir," Thea took off her mask and looked at the glass, a bit confused. Bilwin looked at Thea openly without shame. "Sir?" Her face slightly blushed with embarrassment at her mistake. "I think I've had too much to drink, would you trade it for mine?" Bilwin nodded. “Yes, yes… trade it for mine.” He took the glass in Thea's hand without hesitation. "Cheers!" "Cheers!"

Lily said, half through her third bite, "this vanilla lavender one is talking to me." "Talking to you how? In the form of a lullaby or a Shakespearean sonnet?" "More like, 'Eat six slices and pretend it's prenatal medicine.'" He smiled. "The chocolate ganache is singing my name. But I will compromise in the interest of love and choose the lavender if I have sole frosting-licking privileges." Lily narrowed her eyes. "Define 'sole.'" "Anything with frosting and your mouth? Mine. Forever." She laughed. "Deal."

And naturally, Cole wanted to try everything. Ellery ordered a chocolate cone of green tea gelato, which they called Té Verde. Finally overcoming her greed-induced paralysis, Cole chose the stracciatella. In her opinion, the only thing better than chocolate or vanilla was when she could have them together. There might have been a moral lesson in there somewhere.

“Rebirth. New life.” Dom smiled at the younger woman. “A new beginning.” “Very much so.” Shiloh agreed. “Then that’s definitely the one we need.” Pagan agreed. “You got a flavor picked out yet?” Nessie grinned. “I was thinking a black velvet with a Meletti Cioccolato chocolate liqueur ganache and strawberry compote.” “Divino.” Shiloh purred. “Devine.” “Divino.” Pagan repeated. “I could learn Italian.”

Ending the night on dessert, the chef surprises us once again with not only three bowls of vanilla ice cream wrapped with tempura batter, but with the same model that was soon adorned with chocolate-covered strawberries and various mochi. Taking a spoonful of ice cream and tempura shell, along with a bite of matcha-flavored mochi, I hold myself back from fully moaning at the delicious mix of flavors. Each bite was its own climax, making me consider the fact that food might just be better than sex. I say the silly thought out loud and Nancy rolls her eyes at me, reminding me that it is just that, a consideration but never the truth.