Orange Caramel Novels & Stories

“Bourbon is made from more corn and less rye. The oak barrels help form the caramel and vanilla sweetness. Cheap rye tastes like battery acid to a discerning palate.” Cyrus laughed, “I think she is making fun of me.” “What’s your name?” Ghost’s gravelly voice startled me. His eyes caught mine, and I couldn’t look away. Anger and pain flitted over his face. “Esmerelda. Esmerelda Copper.”

His sudden shift in focus made me feel like I had his undivided interest. "Oh, these come in different flavors?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I hadn't realized that the candy had a variety of flavors. "Yeah," Felix said, listing them off. "Mint, chocolate, strawberry, orange, litchi, pineapple—" "Litchi! Litchi!" I interrupted him excitedly. "Okay, litchi it is," Felix said with a nod. "But just to clarify, the flavored ones will be used only for the mouth, not anywhere else," he said, tapping my cheeks playfully.

he glared before returning to the oven. “Oh, you didn’t.” Darius blinked, having a better view of whatever was being pulled out of the oven. I wanted to see it too. But the smell hit me before I saw what Darius was talking about. “Portokalopita!” I exclaimed. “Damn, you really are trying to show off.” I chuckled. Elijah glared at me as he set the cake aside to cool. “So candied oranges or chocolate?” I asked. “Both.” Elijah stated as he leaned against the counter.

He threw a black credit chip at the stunned vendor and grabbed a basket. My breath caught. He grabbed a fruit with a bright, sunrise-orange rind. A citrus variety notorious for its high photochemical content—a concentrated essence of sunlight in liquid form. Deadly to vampires in large doses. Agonizing to any with vampiric blood in their system. He started shoving the peeled segments into his mouth, juice running down his chin.

He nodded towards them. “Oranges are addictive though. Thousand years ago no one could exist without their morning OJ’s.” Darius frowned slightly. “Did not understand that at all. But if you are asking me, I choose apples.. It’s very simple. Oranges are very bright, flashy and... bright and flashy does not mean anything good. Once one of us tried a huge bright red mushroom and ended up with food poisoning.” “Apples are red.” Nicolai picked up one. “They Are red and flashy....”

Red for the cherry flavor; orange for tangerine; yellow for mango; green for the green tea ice cream (macha); blue for blueberry; indigo for the black raspberry ice cream flavor; and last was the violet for the purple yam ice cream (ube) "Err??? Are you sure we can eat that whole? That ice cream was way too big! Maybe we can choose something else..." Audrey suggested, but Nero only snorted at her. "MEOW" [Gosh, what are you even thinking of??? Of course, it's not for us. It's for Monami! She loves sweets!] "Ohhhhh?????" So her cat happened to ask her to buy a big set of parfait just to impress his lover. Great just great! But as a supportive master to her pet's love life, Audrey still ended

Instead, she reached for a small, simmering copper pot hanging over the hearth and carefully poured a steaming, deep red liquid into a ceramic mug. "Drink this," Karla instructed gently, pressing the warm mug into his large hands. "It is a restorative tonic I have been working on. I call it the Velvet Orchard – a blend of dark cherry bark, crushed orchard berries, and a drop of sweet syrup. It will help settle the adrenaline in your blood."

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."

Jin said with a bit of pain. “Bah ah, how can this orange be delicious?” Lisa asked him with a bitter face. This orange tasted different from what she remembered. "This is used to make medicinal herbs, of course it won't taste good." Jin couldn't help but laugh bitterly at her pained expression. "Medicine? Isn't this a sweet orange?" Lisa looked puzzled at the remaining eight oranges. Did she choose the wrong one? Didn't she give him ten gold bars for what? "I'm growing sweet varieties, and I haven't had time to successfully plant them yet." Jin explained, then looked at Lisa in surprise.

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”