Mlp Caramel Novels & Stories

Mist- Mr.Enthro: Oh for crying out, here, If you listen and behave I will feed you while you are here, however, no fighting! (He says as he begins to hand Jourton the now-revealed-to-be "Caramel Sesame seed" candy.) Jourton: Ohhh!!! But HEALTHY!! But OOHH!! CANDY!! THAN..(As he takes a bite into it the candy he notices a very bitter taste and immediately burst into flames for a moment as he complained.) Ewwww!!! This tastes HORIIBAADD!!!

“Oops!” Celine was surprised. Iced caramel macchiato with Bobba was spilled just like that. She had just enjoyed a little. Today's weather in Manhattan was quite hot and it was best to enjoy a glass of iced caramel macchiato. Unfortunately... “You!” Sella pointed at Celine with an angry look. “What are you doing?!”

He handed me an oil wrapped cube. “This…” I muttered. “This is caramel candy. I bought it from the Korean convenience store nearby.” I delayed an OH and slowly accepted the caramel cube. The candy is oddly shaped into a cube, which I’ve never seen such before, or probably because I stopped eating candy since I lived with my aunt’s family. After inspecting the candy, I took my time to open the outer wrapping before popping the caramel cube into my mouth. “Mmm-!” I covered my mouth in surprise.

I'm sure the saleslady is thinking I am to even though she still has her perfect smile on. "If you're looking for something sweet, may I suggest a chocolate with a creamy ganache filling?" she says. "Actually, I think I'll try one of your caramel-filled ones," I answer. I'm pretty sure they have that. The saleslady offers me a striped square piece on a gold cardboard saucer. I pick it up and bite into it. Almost immediately, the gooey caramel oozes out. A thread sticks to my chin. I pop in the rest before the caramel gets all over my fingers and my face. I can't believe I'm eating like a three-year-old.

“We’ve got to try that, then. As well as the chocolate crémeux, it has banana bread, whipped milk jam, and salted caramel ice cream. I don’t even know what whipped milk jam is, but it sounds amazing.” We give our order to Wiremu, and he tops up our glasses, then retreats.

“Special blend. Most don’t know we do more than sell cannabis blends and eatables.” Sell, Lucas repeated at the back of my mind. I thought it was odd too, but I smiled kindly at the man. The sadness that had been clinging to him seemed to be easing. It was Renda. He knew her somehow, but I doubted I would get a chance to ask. “It’s hard to get the chocolate, vanilla, and bergamot balanced right,” Renda said. “Cocoa Madness has always been my favorite.” I frowned and looked at her, “Bergamot? Like Earl Grey tea?”

The aroma of caramel fills the air before I even reach the kitchen. My stomach rumbles involuntarily, and I can’t help but smile. Mariel is bustling around, steam rising from the little coffee machine. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” she chirps brightly as I step in. “I thought we’d start today with a proper breakfast—your favorite, and yes, I managed to whip up a caramel latte just for you.” I blink, surprised. “You made caramel lattes?”

Good fun. I should say something about the carmel sauce. I buy real good stuff, for starters. Then I add extras, like really good rum, butter and plenty of rich imported cinnamon, all mixed in at a very low heat. They make it noticeably better. I know where she is ticklish so the carmel sauce went to those magical spots which made it even sweeter.

Allan already had a taste of so many beverages out there, but so far, nothing tasted any better for him aside from Mellow Cola. As such, when he heard Jace mentioned his favorite drink, he could not help but felt excited. Juts the mentioned of its name was already enough for him to salivate. Mellow Cola, so as by its name was a type of carbonated drink like Cola made but it was made from the tears of a Salamander Spinx. A special kind of beast that was specifically reared for one specific purpose and that was food production. Mellow Cola has unique carbonation that felt like a firecracker inside one's mouth when one drank it. Also, its year-long fermented sugar was a hundred times sweeter th

I was going to give him a meal that ensured nobody would be speaking for a very, very long time! I reached into the back of the pantry, past the organic honey and the Himalayan salt, to my "Specialty Chemistry" shelf, the one the head chef didn't know about. I pulled out a jar of Ultra-Grade Manuka Honey and a concentrated extract of Marshmallow Root and Xylitol Glue. "You want to trap me, Julian?" I muttered in my real voice, a low growl that would have sent my board of directors running for the hills. "Let’s see how you handle the silent treatment."