Nutty X Flaky Novels & Stories

“One time, Yemaya. I made the mistake just one time.” “One time that could've, as well, cost me my life!” She scoffs dramatically. “Imagine waking up at six a.m. for my morning routine and going to grab my trusty gloriously nutty muesli, only to find out that you bought the one with raisins in it! That's a horrific betrayal, if you ask me.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’m picking up three boxes of the nutty one as we speak. Happy?” “Not just nutty. Gloriously nutty! It's the one with the orange packaging that's giving autumn vibes.”

Dr Boone nodded, pleased with her answer. The final course was an overly sculpted tower of raspberry mousse and pistachio brittle with a blood orange reduction. Veronica tilted her head. “Pretty. What’s the sugar ratio in the brittle?” Kimberly hesitated. “Equal parts sugar to nut.” Veronica gave her a slow blink. “Then it’s wrong. That’s a caramel ratio, not brittle. Which explains the texture.” I folded my hands. “Maybe next time they will let their chef speak.” Martin flushed. Kimberly opened her mouth but said nothing

“It’s a temporal-emotional frequency! Think of the perfect golden-brown of a childhood memory! We could bake that!” “The Maillard reaction is complex enough without adding temporal mechanics,” Kael chittered, but he was already making notes. He couldn't resist an engineering challenge. Lyra and I were attempting a “Galactic Fruit Flan,” trying to layer flavors from a dozen different Genres. It was not going well. The tragic noir-blackberries were overwhelming the cheerful comedy-citrus. “It needs a bridge,” Lyra mused, a drop of somber berry juice on her luminous chin. “Something… wistful but resilient.”

"I can make a neat margarita." "Too sweet." "Vodka?" "Too strong." "Tequila?" She smiled, "Too risky." "Tequila it is," he chuckled. "How about that flask?" she asked, glancing at the gold flask sitting behind him. "That's absinthe, Miss. It's dangerously strong." "Perfect." He hesitantly handed her the flask. "Thanks," she grinned, pushing the glass of her whisky into his hands. "See you around." "Without a name?" he asked as she turned to leave.

Kyra asked theres this place near the academy that makes pastries but they don't taste as good as yours she said they are really dry and flaky and when you try to eat it the whole thing falls to pieces it makes you feel like you're eating crumbs but I like yours it has a really nice chewy texture thats more like bread and it absorbs the sauce from the filling really well and your filling doesn't taste like jam either I like jam but I don't like when it's so sweet and sugary that you cant taste the real fruit flavor I like it when you can taste the tangy sour fruity flavor like yours it tastes like you went and picked the real fruit and made the filling yourself

Twenty Chaos smiled widely before letting her know, “They are absolutely divine. The pastry is flaky and buttery, and the filling is a perfect blend of creamy cheese and savory herbs.” He spoke slowly, but not too slow, but he spoke with care and consideration for her. “They are the perfect bite-sized treat to tantalize your taste buds.”

My teammates were nice and that was the first good thing I encountered for the day. The girl with the curly blonde hair was Stacey Harrington. She is cheerful. Unlike me, she is very talkative. Talkative friends are a gift for people like me because they are a great help when expressing my ideas. Another girl was Phoebe Hawthorne. She was not that open but seemed cute and innocent. Her short hair suited her. Jake Sherwood is the big built guy in our team. He looks a bit rough and frightening but once he starts to talk he is cheerful and kind. Last but not least is the guy who is the centre of attention of most girls in the hall. Chris Summerville, a playful character with all the eyecatching

Before she could utter anything Lucas dived in her between legs with the intention of melting her. "All you have to do is to bless my ears with your moans so I will think of giving you the taste of my member and satisfy you!" The cunning man had given her the deal which made Nathalie jaw dropped since she did not know how to fake her orgasms and to yell naturally. "And oh, without dropping this cute little cherry. Or else I will just pop up your cherry." The man pointed out at the cherry while Nathalie gulped and nodded, knowing she had no other chance and way other than to let her lips loosened.