Orange Caramel Novels & Stories

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.

She had the certain look that said she was constantly considering, calculating—never impatient. "Let me think... chorizo, garlic, onion..." The man trailed off as his eyes held hers. It was in that moment that he noticed just how large the girl's brown eyes were. They were large and feline, the colour of the brown stood gentle and softening. He loved the aspects—the same aspects that made her eyes so bravely unique. "-olive, lard—for the pastry—eggs, flour, coriander, chicken stock..." He paused once more for yet another spell of thought as the girl pinched her lips together, his gaze drawn to the action. "-sun-dried tomatoes, paprika, cumin, chicken... I think that's it," His listing were o

“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.

Karina replied. "Wanna try Paradise Rum?" the bartender asked again while trying to recommend a drink for Karina to try. "Sure." The bartender quickly gathered several ingredients he needed such as grenadine, pineapple juice, Malibu rum, and blue curacao. With skillful hands, the bartender made a beautiful drink with layers of blue, yellow, orange, and red in the glass. After finishing the drink, the bartender promptly handed it to Karina. "Enjoy!" he said, placing a tissue next to Karina's glass.

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.

"How do you think we can eat a mountain of cherry blossoms? Aside from that, in what way are they going to deliver the mountain to us? Mortals here don't even have magic." I could tell she was suppressing the urge to burst out laughing because she only let out a chuckle. "It's just a metaphor for strawberry, Oswin. They only give fancy names to the dishes. There are no real pedals or mountains here. The pink color that you see is the strawberry syrup." "Then what about this one?" I moved my finger to the nearby picture. "A stroll under the sun is shaved ice coated with passionfruit syrup. Since its color is yellow, they name it like that."

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.

As the feast continued, the Orcs began to bring something they called "ale" which was fermented water with special types of seeds and herbs who they added something sweet named death fruit juice. Death Fruit was a grotesque fruit that grew in the dry and black-colored leafless trees near the swamp, they formed every 10 years after enough souls were gathered in such strange trees, and the fruits would take the shape of dry and agonizing human-like faces. The Orcs would collect such fruits and open their hard interior to find a sweet, red-colored interior. It was the only sweet food available in the entire area.