Orange Caramel Novels & Stories

“Later, you’re treating me to turon. I’ve been craving it since yesterday.” “Turon? Banana dipped in melted brown sugar?” Ainara asked, and Marge nodded. “Fine. I don’t eat that. I hope they have carioca too.” It's a glutinous flour rolled in melted brown sugar. “We’ll find some.” She took another sip of her drink. “By the way, how’s that grumpy boss of yours? Isn’t he supposed to be good-looking? I just don’t get why he’s so grumpy when he should be happy with his love life.”

Orange started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you." Red could stand it no longer he shouted out: "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of lo

she then said. “Sounds exciting. I would love to try it,” Emma smiled. A couple of minutes later, the bartender put down a martini glass with a bright yellow liquid in it, topped by a slice of passion fruit. Emma took a sip and was pleasantly surprised at the hint of sourness, the tropical flavour and the bubbles that danced on her tongue. “This is superb. What is it?” Emma asked. “Thank you. It doesn’t have a name yet. It’s passion fruit, vodka and champagne,” the bartender told her.

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

Cam had me weak the whole lunch, especially when he dissed Chynna I mean I've seen people turn red before but her flashlight ass was like a damn tomato. And it didn't even stop at lunch, for my last two classes me and him was having a debate through text on what shade of red she turned either the color of a baboons ass or a ripe tomato.

Problem was, the idiot never told us that it was only available in the colors red, green, blue, yellow, orange, and purple. The popcorn turned out to be red. “Where did you get this?” Scarlett asked, “Oh my god, when is Red coming home? He’s going to love this.” I piped in, “I got a text from him moments ago. Clementine just has to finish passing final admission requirements and they’re heading straight home.” Hazel leaned back, her grin widening, “I wonder what color it would be?”

But, after further tests, the doctor could only shake his head and gave him temporary medicine. “Do you have an orange-flavored cake? "Davi's pheromone is his favorite; the scent of it made him tingle inside and made him want to see Davi and shower him with kisses. “This one, this, and this. These are the last orange flavors we have.” The three cakes that Reynolds pointed out were little cute cakes. One had a full white cover, a little orange stain around it, and a slice of orange above with three leaves around it. Simple yet looks delicious.

~Monday, October 31, 2016 - Halloween- Green, yellow, orange, red, blue. Blue, red, orange, yellow, green. Wow, it appears I've mixed up the order in which I'm munching on my Sour Patch Kids. This showcases my current state of boredom in Philosophy class. Now, where was I? Oh, right... Green, yellow, orange... My investigation into the candy packet grinds to a halt as I find it devoid of any remaining contents. I can't help but pout at this discovery; I seem to have devoured the entire package.

Ore remarked as they fixed their eyes on Elora’s plate “I know right? It might taste awful, I wonder what will happen” Alexa said with worries in his voice The alpha stood up and tasted the varieties of foods made ranging from fried desserts to pulps and other styles that they made with persimmon powder as the basis. He got to Elora’s bowl, stood and stared at it for a while before picking up the spoon to pick a ball floating from it and then took a spoon of the tea with it, he slowly chewed the cherry ball and paused making everyone tense before nodding his head, he carried the whole cup and starting munching on the balls with his eyes lit up in happiness

Alfred waved his hand making the dome disappear. Throwing seeds on the snow Nara yelled ‘eight drills’. Large thorns grew from the seeds; some crawled on the bear’s foot and drilled into it while others tried to penetrate its chest. Chevy whose leg was partially healed removed the cork of a tiny bottle then splashed the green liquid inside on the bear arm. The bear growled in agony. Its arm began to corrode. The bear detached its hand from its shoulder knowing fully well that if it wasn’t careful its whole body would decay.