Orange Caramel Novels & Stories

She turned to the window and said, "Yeah, they were really sweet. You missed out." Truth was, they were overwhelmingly sugary with a strong artificial flavor. She felt like her tongue had been attacked. Jayson tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. "Do you know what those fruits are called?" Ariel turned to him. "You do?" Next time, she would make sure to avoid that fruit altogether. He tilted his head and said, "They're called Dumbyr." Ariel frowned, confused. "What does that mean?" Jayson put on a song. "They say if you eat them, you'll get smarter. Looking at you now, maybe it worked."

the two women laughed. “Celeste and Adrian have been giving away a jar of fruit jams,” Josefina helped Epifania to her hand a small jar of fresh fruit jam. It had been labeled to say: “Jack Fruit Jam – Thank you from Celeste and Adrian Linaw.” “How very nice! I really like the bright yellow ribbon tied around into a bow,” Epifania admiringly said and showed it to Macario her husband–– there had been a hint of asking 'why-the-bright-yellow-color' tone in her voice and sounded plummy.

But I already admitted that I was abnormal. So I peeled oranges for her. Everyday I peeled as much as twenty and more, and I would take them to her. I would watch her eat them slowly. Then I would squeeze the rest on her skin and lick it off her, revealing in the taste of orange juice mixed with her sweat. And she would moan loudly when I sucked it off her centre, I had decided that oranges tasted the sweetest on her skin. And nothing made me more fulfilled than watching her on top of me, eating oranges from all the right places.

The Old Fashioned was a smoky, sweet concoction with a hint of orange, while Tanya's Cosmopolitan was a vibrant pink, the perfect blend of tart and sweet. As the night wore on, we ordered a few more drinks to keep the celebration going. Tanya tried a French 75, a classic cocktail made with gin, champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. It arrived in a tall flute, the pale yellow liquid sparkling under the lights. I opted for a Negroni, its deep red hue and bold, bitter flavor a perfect contrast to the sweetness of the champagne.

Too much? "I know how it is," Brett smiled responsively, raising his hand with his beer clutched within the grasp of his fingers. Jasper's gaze followed his gesture to a familiar woman with ashy blonde hair and greasy, dark roots, her smile slathered with blood red lipstick that contrasted her pale skin. The woman was clad with moles and freckles the man affectionately noted were worn better by her daughter. "Have you seen Mona's daughter?" The man raised the question with a crooked smile.

“Ha! Just as I thought. Seems like I will receive a kiss from you again.” He reaches towards the table, where the pack of different fruits is laid down, and takes the small light brown object. “This is lanzones,” he informs. “Delicious but only seasonal.” It looks like a smaller orange but in a different color. Kleavon cracks it in the middle and white flesh comes out. “Get the flesh.” I gingerly take one. It’s also like orange, with divided sections, but it has a light, transparent flesh. “Come on, taste it. It’s smaller so it doesn’t have the bitter seed,” he urges.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 5 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙..... 𝐵𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛... 𝐶𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠...

It was not the regular color of any juice I had ever tasted. "It is the juice of a fruit from the region... Try it..." He encouraged. I took a sip of the juice, which was an explosion of flavor. "What kind of fruit is it?" I asked, and he picked up one round magenta ball from the counter. "This is a Tangenberry..." He said, and I nodded. It is a fruit that only grows in our enchanted forest. It is highly beneficial for your skin and eyesight, one of the strongest immune system boosts, and the best: it's sweet with the undertone of citrus flavor," he explained, and I nodded.

It was heavy with spicy fragrance. I walked over to a tree and plucked a fruit. The color was reminiscent of an orange. I peeled back the skin and sniffed. "What kind of fruit is this?" "May I?" I handed the fruit over. He finished peeling it, separated one of the sections and popped it in his mouth. After he swallowed, he said, "It's an orange palm." "What does it taste like?" I'd never tried human food and up until that moment hadn't ever wanted to. But the smell was amazing. I thought if I were ever to eat human food an orange palm would be what I would want.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.