Savor Novels & Stories

It was the most animalistic noise of pleasure that I'd ever heard. "Mmm...Happy people taste salty-sweet. Fear is tangy and a little sour. Anger is spicy. Aroused is...like mixing any other emotion with a tiny bit of morphine, not that I've had much of it. And love? Love is...god it's so pure and savory, like the best steak you've ever had." "Oh." She'd never explained this in any detail to me before.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked down at Stephie. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Can I have an ice cream later?” I smiled softly. “Of course. What’s your favorite flavor?” “Chocolate!” I glanced at Savvy, who was busy adjusting the camera hanging from his neck. Glo mentioned that photography was his favorite hobby. “How about you, Savvy?” I asked. “I don’t like ice cream,” he replied flatly. “Liar,” Stephie chimed in. “His favorite is choco mint, Mommy! That’s such a weird flavor, right?”

Damian? I knew that face. It was impossible to forget what he looked like. The perfectly sculpted jawline, the sharp cheekbones, the arrogant slant of his brows. His hazel eyes stared down at me—cold, unreadable, calculating. He studied me with those eyes, eyes that make me want to squirm and hide behind a wall where they could not burn through me, but my feet had grown roots in seconds making it hard for me to move. His tousled dark hair fell over his forehead like it always did in school, just messy enough to look deliberate. He hadn’t changed. Just grown more dangerous.

It was a normal sunny morning and a young man in his school uniform turned back from the school gate with the intention of skipping class. Plugging the earphones on both sides he strolled downtown toward the city Library while grabbing a hot coffee on the way. “One hot Americano, no sugar” said the young man “One hot Americano, 100% sugar” a playful voice spoke from behind, catching his attention. He turned to see the familiar person without any manners. The individual responsible for his skipping class, causing him to endure the boring library on a Monday morning. “Eh, what a coincidence,” said the newcomer. “But to say a cute person like you drinks black coffee with no sugar. Such a rare s

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

She tastes like desperation and needs and he loves it. Valor roars approval, satisfied and dangerous.

The concern in his eyes was my undoing, breaking my heart that he was so opposite of Elliot and any other guy I'd ever known. With a nod, I reached up to kiss him, causing a blindingly good sensation to build within me as he pulled me closer to him and slowly moved with purposeful strokes, as if taking his time. Savor. He'd said savor. And I think I was finally understanding what the word meant. I closed my eyes. "Nope." He chuckled wickedly. "Open." "Huh?" Disoriented, only able to concentrate on the feeling building inside of me, I shook my head and squinted at him. "What?"

"Don't chew it, but savor it." Sashal took one piece, peeling the cover, then put an orange candy in her mouth. “It's sour.” "Yes, it is. Ahem, in my country, there's a phrase that says that... to get rid of bitterness, fight it with other bitterness. It will make you forget the previous bitterness. That's what the sour candy is for." Sashal drew a thin smile on her face as she kept savoring the candy in her mouth until the candy melted. Then she opened her mouth.

“What do you think about it? My bad, it’s not my kind one.” Lorraine took a piece of the snack and she chewed it. She squinted her eyes. “Spicy and salty. It’s not savoury, it’s salty.” Lorraine shrugged. “It’s not my kind too. I prefer savoury but not too much salty.” Edward smirked. “All the samples that we’ve got, please give it to Ruth for researching.” Bernard nodded his head.