Licorice X Red Velvet Novels & Stories

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.”

"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! "

"Okay but also this place is so you. Minimalist aesthetic, warm lighting, and smells like vanilla heaven. I'm stealing this spot." "I know, right? It's like someone bottled P*******t and turned it into a coffee shop," Alice said, grinning. "Their red velvet is dangerous though. You've been warned." A server dropped off two steaming cups of mint tea and a plate of pastries cinnamon rolls, chocolate-glazed donuts, and, of course, red velvet cake. Nora raised an eyebrow. "Tea and sugar? Girl, are you okay?" "I needed this. After the week I've had? I deserve sugar therapy."

“What other combinations do you have?” She showed us several. Pistachio and raspberry. Lemon and elderflower. Dark chocolate and salted caramel. Vanilla and passion fruit. Red velvet and cream cheese. I immediately pointed at the lemon and elderflower. “That one.” Sebastian shook his head. “Too floral.” “You haven't tasted it.” “I know elderflower.” “That's not an argument.” “I've had enough afternoon teas to recognize it.” I laughed. “There he is again.” He ignored me. “I prefer the chocolate and salted caramel.”

When my family found out I was depressed because of a lack of love, they were all very regretful. Dad made my older sister, Rhea, give up her south-facing bedroom, the largest in the apartment. Mom gave me the new clothes she bought for Rhea. Even my younger brother, Caleb, who had always hated me, made me a birthday cake himself. They all hoped that I would get better, even though they forgot my actual birthday. So as not to disappoint them, I forced a smile. However, the next instant, Caleb threw the cake in my face. “I told you she was faking! If she really was depressed, how could she smile so easily?” Rhea rushed in from outside, her eyes red-rimmed. “You can just tell u

Every single detail involved in a cake, I believe. I stared at the words for a long moment. I didn't know much about fancy cakes, but whenever my mom used to bake back in the day, red velvet and vanilla were always my favorites. And as for Ace... he was always obsessed with brown. Ace loves the color brown, so I think that should be the main color, I replied. As for flavors... I’m not 100% sure which one is his favorite, but standard vanilla and red velvet should be a safe hit.