Licorice X Red Velvet Novels & Stories

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.

We were sitting in my study room; I was discussing with them how to make it up to Rayne. "Rayne! She adores red velvet," Olivia elaborated. She was sitting horizontally on the dark blue recliner I had in my study. Her hair was dangling, touching the ground. Roland was sitting on the couch, in a normal position, unlike how Olivia was sitting. "Take red velvet cupcakes with you. That MIGHT make her forgive you faster," she said as she played with a long strand of her blonde hair, twirling it around her fingers, while she kept making bubbles with the gum she was chewing.

The light danced off each surface with tantalizing brilliance. “The blue liquor,” he continued, “is a sort of sweet mulled wine out of the Hegemony. I don’t know what’s in it, exactly. It’s supposed to be a secret. Also pretty damned expensive.” He grabbed the bottle of the lavender liquor, and poured himself a shot. His cheeks reddened slightly as the drink’s intoxicants swept through him. “This is the real secret ingredient,” he said. “The lavender stuff is my own concoction. I made it specifically to complement the other two. Without it, they’re great drinks, but hardly life-changing. In my opinion, how I mixed them is the only way to enjoy this drink.”

Casor was close on his tail, fury painting his face. "What are you doing Ez? You know the rules, your being foolish!" "I'm just changing locations Cas, relax." Violet was actually excited to play with Brandon, she was still half in shock that he had actually approached her requesting her company and even more so he actually knew her name, that meant that he had previously been aware of her at some point in time. She was even more thrilled because she happened to be quite good at beer pong, her high school party days had pretty much revolved around the sport, it was just that a popular sport played by one and all. Any opportunity to show off in front of Brandon was welcome. She only breif

he agreed. We kept tasting. The vanilla was light and delicate. The Sicilian lemon refreshing, but maybe too grown-up for a kids' party. The red velvet looked beautiful but was a little too sweet. At one point, while Nick was chewing, a crumb stuck to the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, I reached out, my thumb brushing it away before my brain caught up with what I was doing. Our eyes met. He went completely still, just looking at me, my thumb still resting lightly against his skin.

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.”

“What flavor is it?” “Red velvet and vanilla.” He replied and I gaped at him in shock. “How the hell did you know those are my favorite flavors?” I asked in excitement and he chuckled in satisfaction, his face smug with pride. “I'm glad I guessed it right.” He muttered, and even though I knew he might not have actually guessed it, I was still so excited. “I'll get the knife.” I said excitedly but he stopped me and went to get the knife on his own. I tasted the cake on my fingers and the way it melted on my tongue almost made me moan in satisfaction.