Orange Caramel Novels & Stories

She then started to chant again. “It’s Blue.” I said. “Shush and watch.” She said. The smoke stayed blue for another minute before turning purple. After a few more minutes it turned red and then orange. The smoke started to flicker between purple and orange before it turned back to the milky white it had started at. She never mentioned orange. “What does orange mean?” I asked. “A black magic witch did this. Orange means that the witch used their blood in the spell. This is not good. I need to call my coven right away.” Najera said. She ran inside and came out with a phone in her hand.

His smile disappears "No" I let out a sigh, because I don't need anymore weirdness "Fine" His smile returns "Well, this was easier than I thought, see you later sweetums!" Caramel does come some moments, with a tray of toast, a lot of it, eggs and bacon with a glass of juice that he made, again, but he won't tell me what exactly that maniac is planning "It's not like I know, Nilla, they don't always tell me everything"

It really is a sight to see, and for a moment, I wished he would smile more often. "Here you are," he says, handing me the tea. "It is special for calming nerves." I take the cup, only to be surprised at the contents within. The liquid is a thick mixture of swirling black and grey. Gently tipping the cup so I could see what was in it properly, I notice the way the contents lag and spill like sludge around the rim. "What the-" "Will you drink it?" Casper questions, having found a spot on the couch opposite mine while I was inspecting the strange liquid.

Unable to resist, I walked towards it. The anticipation built up as I opened the box, revealing a treasure trove of caramel cubes, each delicately wrapped in golden paper. The sight made my mouth water, and my craving for caramel took hold. It was a weakness of mine—I simply couldn't resist the allure of caramel. Looking at his bitter personality, it was hard to imagine that he could also have a liking for chocolate. But my thoughts quickly surrendered to the captivating allure of the shining caramel cubes, glistening under the warm glow of the light. They seemed to invite me to indulge in their sweet embrace.

Rhoda cautioned her husband. “Honey, look out!” Rudolf called from the rear door, "What's the matter, Honey?" Rhoda hurriedly gazed out the window as Robert clutched in her arms. Rudolf exclaims. "Look what I found from those bushes around!" he adds, "Pomelos, lemons, and green oranges from the garden. These trees are already giving citrus fruits!" he shouts. "These are nutritious vitamin-C fruits. Guavas, atis, and guyabano are plentiful here. Some fell down on the ground." Rudolf added.

Although, if those were her terms of reference, probably she didn’t have much of a future as a food critic. By the time they got to dessert, they were basically dead of indulgence. The caramelized apple tart turned out to be literally a caramelized apple on a pastry base, with ice cream on the side. So that was sort of hilarious. As was the fact that Harper cut into it super carefully, having obviously been scarred for life by the disguised orange experience.

He unwraps the parcel; smoked salmon lying in thin pinky-orange slivers. Mitch shudders. "Melon for me." There's something visceral about her reaction. James' brow crinkles. "You don't like smoked salmon?" "Can't bear anything like that. It's raw isn't it." He rocks his hand. "Well, not raw exactly. It's smoked. In effect, it's pickled by the smoke." She grimaces, shaking her head. "Melon." ***** Cara, quiet in her carrycot, begins to fuss. James casts an eye across. "I'll take over those carrots, Charlotte."

Celeste doesn't extend creative trust without being certain it will be honored. "That's significant," I say. "It's an opportunity." She opens the white box on the counter. "Taste this." She holds out something small and dark, chocolate, with a layer of something red in the center. I eat it. "Raspberry." "Blood orange. Common mistake." She makes a note on the small pad she carries. "It needs to read more citrus and less sweet." "It reads like something I'd order twice." She looks at me. "You're biased."

"Venti caramel ribbon crunch frappuccino, extra banana, extra sprinkles, extra caramel, extra whipped cream, extra ice, extra cinnamon topping, and seven pumps of black caramel sauce." Zoe looked at Sara, who was ordering a colorful drink, with her mouth wide open. She only needed two words to order her drink earlier: warm Americano. The barista behind the counter remained unfazed; she was accustomed to such situations. She even smiled as she handed Sara her vibrant order and Zoe's plain black one.

Olivia gazed at the freshly squeezed orange juice in her hand with an incredibly gentle look in her eyes. Orange juice was rich in vitamin C. By drinking more orange juice, Rose's baby would likely have skin as fair as Rose's. As Olivia was lost in thought, she noticed a colleague who had just finished making coffee and was about to leave the pantry. Olivia called out to her, "Hold on a moment..." Ava Montgomery, the person in question, was one of those who were discussing Olivia at the pantry yesterday. Now that Olivia had called out to her, she suddenly felt very uneasy.