Parfait Cookie Fanart Mga Nobela at Kwento

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

Rio announces, approaching us with some damn cookies in a tray. I'm ready for this to be my forever. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

Trying to keep my heart into check and my clammy hands busy, I reach for a dessert. I ate enough as I was making them, but I still reach for a hazelnut, white chocolate and coconut parfait so I can taste the finish result all together. As soon as I take the first bite, I moan in delight because this might be the best thing I've ever created. I open my eyes and find Fidel's, studying me deeply.

Good thing our table was hidden, or else how embarrassing it would have been if the staff or the other people noticed the high rate of PDA these two idiots were putting out. We ordered some light desserts since the dinner itself was pretty heavy and fulfilling. The desserts arrived in just a few minutes and we were already digging in it while sipping our wine. “Babe, you are much sweeter than this dessert!” Patrick says to Scarlet who blushes at his extreme flirting. Scarlet looks like she had more wine than she should have drunk and it’s making her look and act like a sappy romantic teenager who blushes and swoons at every compliment she gets. Patrick looks normal to me, but I know he’s def

I really hope she likes it. My cellphone rang on a nearby table. Without looking at the caller ID, I placed it to my ear. "Hello?" "Is this Zenia Blackman?" "Yes, this is she, who's this?" "My name is Jermery from Hands On. I got your information from a magazine colonist who published some of your clothing lines. I'm very much interested in seeing some of your designs as well." OMG! OMG! Jeremy from Hands On is speaking to me. "Thanks so much for calling, Jermery . We can schedule a day that's convenient for you."

“Please sit down and have some tea.” Edward directed Sebastian to the sofa and poured him a cup of tea. He poured one for himself and looked over at the imposing cake. Anna, the cook, had gone all out when she heard that Prince Sebastian would be eating her cake. It was a five tier chocolate cake decorated with perfect swirls of vanilla frosting. Normally Anna’s cakes weren’t more than three tiers. He cut Sebastian a thin slice and did the same for himself. Hopefully the cake wouldn’t be too sickly with two extra layers.

she answered, her eyebrows knitting over the screen. I nodded. I still have ten minutes. I got my drawing pad, and carefully tore the paper, and scribbled 'The Dancing Umbrellas!' and then under the title, I wrote the lines I remember from the Coco Movie.'The feeling, so close, you can reach out and touch it. I never knew I could want something so much, but it's true.' I inserted it inside the envelope, and placed it on top of my table, hoping Stella won't forget to bring it.

A petite red head with perky tits and ass caught my attention and I smiled. I sidled up to her and asked her, “what’s your name beautiful?” She looked me up and down while licking her lips, “I’m Marie. Do you want to get out of here?” “Definitely.” I told her with a wink. She smelled like werewolf and she smelled so damn good. I reached to grab her hand it was like a static shock. “What the fuck?” I muttered. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, “you’re my mate.”

She looked up to find Maria, her maid entering. "Miss Elena, I've come to help you dress. The party will be starting soon." "Thanks, Maria, I 'd love your help." Maria glided across the room, her footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. She reached the wardrobe and grasped the handle, pulling out a packaged box adorned with the elegant script: "Elena Wellington." She placed the box on the bed and began opening it softly. With admiration, Maria lifted out a gown. The fabric was a masterful blend of velvet and sequence.

“Chloe.” My heart sank at the name. Not long ago, a package addressed to "Chloe" had arrived at our house. Inside was a limited-edition set from Victoria’s Secret. I asked Liam about it. He didn’t even glance at it. He just tossed the package in the trash, his face perfectly calm. “It’s either a mistake or some influencer trying to get attention. Forget it.” The truth I couldn't see then was staring me in the face now.