Licorice X Red Velvet Novels & Stories

“Wedding prep isn’t supposed to be boring. It’s supposed to be fun, hilarious, and traumatically delicious.” “You forgot expensive,” Luca muttered, sipping water to cleanse his palate. “Oh, my beautiful accountant,” Matteo cooed. “Let your inner child taste the rainbow.” Luca deadpanned, “My inner child wants a quiet wedding with one flavor and no flower.” “Blasphemy,” Matteo hissed. I was snorting into my napkin when Luca leaned over and kissed my cheek. “What do you think, amore?” I took a bite of the red velvet with cream cheese mousse, humming in approval. “This one. Simple. Rich. Not too sweet. A little dramatic in color, but not in taste. Like… a marriage of all three of us.”

"Guess you'll have to plan a royal wedding, then." Cole grinned, "Only if you pick a cake." "I hate red velvet," I said gulping down my wine. "I hate sweet things," he said. "So what will our guest have? Brown bread?" He laughed. "I am really glad you came here, Moonshine." "So am I."

I take one of the cookies and cut it into quarters, passing the woman a piece on waxed paper. She takes it, biting into it and chewing thoughtfully. A smile spreads over her face as she swallows. “Oh, that’s delightful. Is that maple?” I nod. “Maple sugar, yes, ma’am. It’s in the candied nuts.” “Delicious. I’ll have a dozen of those, please. And then three of the red velvet cupcakes for my grandchildren. The ones with teeth, anyway.” She laughs, and I start boxing up her purchases. “I hope you all enjoy everything.”

Everyone commented on how amazing it tasted. Several times, as I popped a tiny bite of potato or asparagus - yeah, I still didn't eat the meat - into my mouth and forced it down, I longed for the food in Sharra: the food explicitly made for vampires, the food that tasted like blood with a hint of whatever fruit or vegetable or meat it was. Dessert would be my cake, later tonight. It sat on a decorated table beside all of my presents. The cake stood tall. Five layers of red velvet covered in red fondant. The black frosting was piped over the top in intricate swirling designs.

the butler asks as he places the pitchers on the table. “I am not that familiar with cocktails,” I reply and stare out at the dark pool. “Well… what kind of candies do you like? I can try to recreate it.” I really have to stop and think about it. Lucas didn’t allow me to eat sweets, and I have forgotten what I like. “Uhm… maybe salted caramel, I guess. And Turkish Delight.” Chad nods. “I think I can do something with that.”

Rose is a loving person. Rose rechecked her cellphone, hoping Cheryl would reply or hear the girl's shrill voice, but Cheryl didn't read the message. Now her cellphone is turn off. Rose took a deep breath. Maybe red velvet with a seductive colour could treat her irritability with Cheryl. Rose brought back the red velvet and chose to eat in the car. The taste is indeed delicious and comparable, even though the contents are small. Rose saw two cute twins running in front of the shop. So cute.

"Yep. Swatch is behind you. Remember you need a bit more brown than it says otherwise it comes out a bit pink..." "I know, I know..." "Don't deny an old woman her fun." "You're not old. You're mature... like Stilton," I added, grinning. "Ooh, you cow. No coffee for you." I stuck out my tongue and got to work mixing up a batch of the base tint. The cake was going to be fairly simple as these things went, three white fondant-sheathed tiers with a spiral of red sugar roses on dark sugar-work vines, with edible sugar-infused rice-paper leaves and other little hidden treasures, all sitting on a bed of edible, individually-decorated petals...

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.

Lia relaxed at his words glad that she really didn't have to sing in front of all these people who believed this was real. The MC took the hint and moved on to the next item; cutting of the cake. Lia rose to her feet accepting Fernando's hand that was stretched towards her and together like a happy couple, they walked towards the cake that Lia had actually picked out. It was eight layers of cake with a mixture of red velvet, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry flavours. Chocolate was her favourite, red velvet was her mother's, vanilla was Fernando's and strawberry was just an added flavor. She stiffened as Fernando pressed against her, his crouch pressing into her butt. She forced a smile as h

I have already mixed the ingredients. "What flavor will you cook ma'am?" Hilda asked. "Cheese cake" I said busy breaking the egg "Is this the flavor you made when we first met?" 'Why is this man here again?' I took a deep breath before I answered. "No. That's Red Velvet cake" I replied. "I like the red velvet" 'Huh! So he wants me to cook for him. "So what if you like red velvet?" My sarcastic question. "Cook for me" "Huh! Cook by yourself don't order me! "