Novel & Cerita Nama Red Velvet

The others doesn't want to leave me alone but they don't have any choice. I just followed them so I can close the door. "Go home if you want to rest okay?" I just nod at Kaye before bidding our goodbyes. When they finally left the cafè I immediately fix fhe Ingredients that I will be needing. If I didn't do anything my brain might explode. I decided to make a red velvet cake that is one of our famous cake. It's a pink raspberry cake. Mostly this is what most of the couples brought in our cafè whenever they want to suprise their partners.

It was topped with cocoa powder and a beautiful chocolate bar. The red velvet had a pleasing pinkish-red color, adorned with a few slices of fresh strawberries created by Lani, making it look irresistible. Joyfully, Lani packaged them in two small paper boxes, carefully placing them in a bag before placing them on the table. Then, she and Kane changed into different clothes. Lani even applied light makeup before they set off together to Maris's house.

Thea leaned against the wall. She remembered the night before, Thea had visited Mild. ... "Uncle asked me to take it to you, Mr. Mild." Thea handed Mr. Mild a bottle of red wine as soon as she was invited in. Mr. Mild greeted her happily. His oily face became even more shiny with laughter. "Thank you!" he exclaimed. Mr. Mild immediately brought the bottle to the fireplace, wanting to see more clearly the year of manufacture. "Kekeke ... the wine sent by nobles is different!" The old man shook his bottle in front of Thea.

what's up. Raven; I'm baking right now, can I call you later. in a bit love Caleb; okay . I'll call you in a bit or I'll come over. Raven switches off her phone and continues baking. she is baking Vanilla cake and is still considering whether to add a red velvet as red velvet is her mums favourite. Raven bakes one more than and finally goes to watch awae. Raven is not a big fan of binge watching but she completely fell in love with awae. she remembers almost immediately that she has to text Jane . She quickly goes to her I*******m and sees a couple of messages from Jane009

"Are you serious?" She nodded and the saleslady, who earlier was elated was now annoyed at Ligaya. She just lost a big earn because of Ligaya's strangeness. And so Ligaya and V proceeded to the men's section where clothes of her taste were located. There, she immediately spotted a black V-neck and a navy blue rounded-neck

It's an off shoulder, long sleeved red velvet v neck dress that hugs her body, revealing curves I've never really noticed until that day. When I place my fur coat over her shoulder, I tell her it's because it could be cold outside. It's obvious she knows I'm lying cause I wouldn't cover her even though snow was falling but I didn't want to tell her the thought of someone else seeing her was already pissing me off. Sometime later, we're seated in a restaurant, my eyes on her as she crosses her arms, staring at the table. There is slight makeup on her face, a red velvet choker around her neck. It suits her, such a delicate material on such a... Delicate neck.

pretense. She’s still fighting it. My little enemy captive, the one who used to glare at me like I was the devil himself. Now she’s wearing the color I chose for her, blushing because I fed her from my spoon. One week away and she’s already cracking. Good. I want her addicted before she even realizes she’s mine. I leaned across the table again, spooning another slow bite of cake. “Open for me, Velvet.” Her dark eyes flicked up, a mix of defiance and something hotter. “You’re really enjoying this power trip, aren’t you?”

"Crystal, come on, one more song!" Greta grabbed my wrist, laughing over the music and the low buzz of the party. This wasn't just any club—it was an exclusive rooftop lounge, bathed in warm light, glass walls reflecting the city skyline. The kind of place where people seemed more focused on being admired than actually enjoying themselves. "Greta, stop. I'm exhausted." I leaned closer so she could hear me. "I have an important interview tomorrow. I can't show up looking like I survived a war."

She hands me the card, and I look at it. The Velvet Accord, it reads, Vail Ridge. Basement. Dinner starts promptly at 8 PM. Underneath this is an address. “What I’ve just invited you to at the The Velvet Accord is by invitation only.” The woman says this as I meet her gaze after reading what’s on the card. “If you’re tired of vanilla, this is your chance to try a whole world of flavors.” She steps away. “If you decide to come, rest assured: there will be someone there who’ll be more than happy to take what you have to offer, whatever that is.”

Before I could fully take it in, servers appeared, setting up a carpet, a basket of food, popcorn, champagne, and even two pairs of 3D glasses. Stunned, I quickly typed, '' You did this? '' Gavin nodded, suddenly looking a bit shy. "Yeah." We sat down, and he opened the basket, revealing all my favorite foods—Korean pork skin, lasagna, fried rice and chicken, burgers, salad, and even a tiny cup of my favorite mints. Then I saw the dessert. A red velvet cake. I hadn’t eaten red velvet cake since my ninth birthday. Typing fast, I showed him the screen. ''How did you know these were my favorites?''