Otome Kaijuu Caramelize Novels & Stories

With respect to her and to my mom. We left the room and went to the dining table as nothing happened. Nana Salve is waiting for us for lunch. She cooked garlic tuna with onion leaves for toppings and she made lemon juice with honey as a sweetener and ice to make it cold and refreshing. After we make love we are definitely hungry like wolves and the food is just right on time. This is the best feeling; after you get high and make love to the man you love. Now you will eat delicious food from the woman who loves and cares for you.

I asked from the doorway. She jumped slightly, then gave me a soft smile. “I used to. My mother had a garden.” That softness in her voice… I’d heard it only once before, when she’d mentioned her mother in passing during a training session. “What are you working on?” I asked, stepping inside. “Basil, rosemary, thyme… and some medicinal plants Lera said the healers use.” She brushed a few strands of hair from her forehead. “It helps me think.”

The maiden flashed a smile with a come-hither look. "What do you think, baby?" Head lowered, Sumire asked, caressing her tummy as if their child can hear them. Mort placed his palm on top of her hand and again, their gaze met. "We want homemade mashed potatoes with caramel sauce, peanut butter sausage, strawberry cake with a cherry on top, a gallon of vanilla ice cream with a small umbrella and giant spoon, please. And, oh! two buckets of fried chicken as well." Sumire smilingly said which made Mort slightly stunned.

The air momentarily traded the scent of decay for the faint, acrid smell of burning wood. ​Then, to my utter disbelief, she began the preparation. She skinned and cleaned the rodent, her actions precise and swift—a routine chore in this hell. I watched, transfixed, my mind screaming in refusal. This was the terrifying reality of survival here. ​She carefully skewered the rat on the piece of metal, holding it over the nascent fire. The smell of roasting meat, strange and faintly gamey, began to waft through the building. ​“Here,” Caramen said, her tone utterly matter-of-fact, extending the cooked offering. “Eat. You need your strength.”

Candles flickered softly, and the air was rich with scents both familiar and exotic: roasted garlic, caramelized onions, and something sweet with an earthy tang. “Alright,” Aurora announced, stepping out from the kitchen, apron tied over her dress, a flushed glow on her cheeks. “Baked purple kumara, lamb slow roasted with rosemary, and a side of kūmara salad with fresh herbs. Don’t say I never give you anything.” Nathan blinked at his plate. “Purple potatoes?” “Kumara,” Aurora corrected with a raised brow. “And don’t let the colour scare you, it’s delicious.”

Lil Joe hadn't yet recovered from the effect of the water and the countless remnants of salt that picked away the tiny bits of his open flesh, tearing him up into tiny bits, life and energy slowly slipping out from his lips as he tried telling himself to normalcy. “Light him up!” I gave the command, dramatically snapping my fingers in the air. It didn't take a second more until I heard the sound of the colts of electricity, flowing from its underground channels, leaving its footprints as it raced down to it's Final Bus Stop, “The Confessor”. “Three!” “Two!”

Carmela may have meant that as a joke but it was very sensitive, she has no idea what Leila has had to endure, being seen as an impostor in that position. Leila's heart lurches and she glances at Carmela, then at Tatum who holds a completely emotionless look in his eyes, sitting beside Carmela, while she, his wife, sits at the far end of the table. “You should try the beef kebabs Carmi, they’re very good,” Tatum says to break the eerie silence that followed Carmela’s joke, his cold eyes lighting up with affection as he put the food in Carmela’s mouth with his hands.

“And one and a half spoons of honey?” My fingers tightened around Aurora’s spoon, the metal pressing into my skin. “How did you know that?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat, a faint pulse flickering at my temple. “To make it caramelized,” he said softly, almost to himself. His gaze lingered on the carrots before shifting back to me. “Yes.” I forced a smile, though my lips felt stiff. “It balances the bitterness.” “And a pinch of chili flakes at the end,” he added, eyes still on me. “Just enough to leave heat on the tongue.” His brows lifted slightly, watching my reaction closely.

Damien and Lucian replied together. “Have a seat,” Kael offered, tapping the space beside him. Cassidy sat where he indicated, still smiling. “I brought some drinks for all of you.” She picked one up, laced with aphrodisiac, and handed it to Kael. She was about to serve Damien and Lucian when Kael suddenly pulled her onto his lap, catching her off guard. “How about I feed you instead?” Kael asked, his voice low and husky. “No need,” Cassidy said quickly, nervous about the drink’s contents.

Brian thought as he opened his arms and allowed his little Omega to climb into his lap. Brian's arms wrapped around River and the little Omega began purring as he grabbed his spoon and paused as he tried to figure out what he wanted to dig into first. The caramel sundae, the Boston cream pie, the black forest tort, or the tiramisu that someone named Ethan taught Noah how to make. River licked his lips before digging into the caramel sundae. The Omega happily hummed, loving the sensation of the hot caramel against the cold ice cream. River felt Brian's chest shake and he looked back at him. Brian laughed as he reached up and wiped the caramel from the side of the Omega's mouth and chin. River