Orange Caramel Novels & Stories

Zuri says and the Puelos all nod. They go on to describe their planet's difference from Kea and we all ask questions, which doesn't seem to bother them, until the announcer cuts in again. "Time to rotate ladies. Bronkark, Kea, blue. Earth, Glortinon, red. Vaal, Cok, yellow. Frole, Shikaz, orange. Makskin, Hassin, Peulo, green. Please take your seats your fourth course will be a smooth juice from Gaimo," he says and we stand up.

There was even what looked like a small yellow melon with deep white stripes. But the most interesting thing that Fyn saw was a fruit that oddly looked like an orange. Yet he knew it was anything but. The smell was different, the texture was different. It was a pear-shaped orange fruit that had smooth skin. When Fyn bit into it, he was surprised that it split in half, showing two large brown seeds in its center. "That's a loquat."

he gave me a purple coloured fruit. " Thank you" I said as I ate the fruit, it was cold in my mouth " hmmmm it's delicious" "What's this one called?" I asked " It's called Cula friut" he replied. " I love it, I love them all apart from the red fruit I ate earlier" I said I could still feel the bitter taste on my tongue. Prince Liam laughed holding his stomach. It was the first time he was laughing and he looked more like Master Derek. " The Rodar friut , it's a medicinal friut. We usually give it to people who are in pains or in coma" he said and then something clicked on my mind.

She followed Harry as he leads her to the living area where he put the high glasses filled with fruitshakes. "I don't know what flavor do Miss Siren likes so I just brought different flavors." She started smelling them. "Mango," it's the yellow one. "Avocado," the green one. "Pomegranate," the purple one. "Strawberry." She casually took a sip on the last one. It was sweet too. And the mixture of the fruit and milk was superb. "Is it good?" Harry asked. She smiled sheepishly like a child and gives him a thumbs up.

“One time, Yemaya. I made the mistake just one time.” “One time that could've, as well, cost me my life!” She scoffs dramatically. “Imagine waking up at six a.m. for my morning routine and going to grab my trusty gloriously nutty muesli, only to find out that you bought the one with raisins in it! That's a horrific betrayal, if you ask me.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’m picking up three boxes of the nutty one as we speak. Happy?” “Not just nutty. Gloriously nutty! It's the one with the orange packaging that's giving autumn vibes.”

Elder Gu replied. His disciples nod to their master's words. They couldn’t help but be more curious and intrigued about what was going on towards their master and to Elder Master Xia. Yian Mei went over to their master and took the brown paper that had an orange fruit on it. Cian Xia gladly gave it to her. It was not heavy. The orange fruits in RaoYu town are clementines. It is tiny and not heavy to carry in hand. “Mn,” Cian Xia answer and all his disciple’s eyes light up like they had seen a gold.

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

The room fills with a mix of delicious scents: citrus, sugar, hot butter. Twirling toward me like a dancer, Ollie places a flat white dish stacked with two fat slabs of French toast coated in powdered sugar in front of me. “Here,” she says, setting a silver urn beside the fork and knife. “Syrup, if it’s not sweet enough.” “Your juice, mistress.” Varya puts a mason jar–sized glass of bright orange juice by my left elbow. The pair stands back, watching me like two puppies that want a treat.

“Nah, we don’t want it to be a secret admirer thing. She needs to know they’re from him.” Nodding in agreement, Isobel ticked off another finger. “Dark pink is for appreciation and gratitude. Light pink is admiration, sympathy, grace, joy, and sweetness. Orange is fascination, desire, or enthusiasm. Peach is appreciation, closing the deal, or getting together.” “Seriously,” I murmured, staring at her in awe. “How do you know all this?” Isobel just kept going. “Coral is for desire. Lavender is love at first sight. Yellow with red tips are friendship and falling in love. A mix of red and white roses means—”

Leo reluctantly let go of my arm to pull out my chair for me. I tried not to shiver as he brushed his hand along the bare skin of my back as he left to take his own seat. Heat built in my core at the slightest of his touches. In the center of the table was a beautiful bowl full of meringue covered ice cream. The caterer gave me a nervous smile as she cut an orange peel into a long thin string. After pouring liquor on the meringue, she dipped the string of orange peel into a saucer of Grand Marnier. With a deep breath, she lit the orange peel on fire.