Savor Novels & Stories

A wine that tastes sweet is rare, but the bitterness kind of wine is common. The temporary burning sensation in your throat down to your senses brings you an ecstatic feeling. But those are just temporary emotions. As the daughter of a winery owner and the CEO for almost 10 years, I'm too eager to make a wine that tastes sweet, something that will let you feel that life isn't that bitter anyway. But how can I make it if my life itself is not that vibrant? My feelings are the reflection of every formula I make…that's why sometimes it becomes bland, tasteless.

He’s adorable. “This is an ceviche from salmon, cucumber salad and shiso, seasoned with sugar, lemon and ginger. Enjoy.” Marianna calls out and with a small bow she disappears back into the kitchen. I look down at the tasty food that lays on the plate, the scent is heavenly and I dig in. I have to hold back a moan from the taste, Goddess I missed decent food. When I look around I see the others also have dug into their dish, a satisfied expression on everyone’s face.

"Uhmmm! A long growl escaped Nica's mouth as her husband's kiss crawled on her neck. His wide palm was still caressing one of her healthy chests. Even though she was still wearing a bra, the heat was already penetrating there from his palm. She moaned again when the young man's hot lips were already on the tip of her nipple. It was as if electricity was flowing from the top of her chest to between her thighs. She parted her two thighs when one of his legs was in the middle of it. She wasn’t born yesterday so as not to predict what hard object was pounding in her abdomen. She was intoxicated by the sensation she felt when Chris's lips covered the pinkish nipple of her breast. The veil was als

I got closer to one of them, and I felt a magnetic pull towards it. “Those are potions for different things. We are currently working on an anti-aging potion. There is a huge demand for them, of course the customers are humans who want to delay their aging as much as possible,” Evanora explained with a soft smile as she showed me a little glass jar where they put them after they were done. “There is also a demand for Pepper up potions. They help people with their coughs and colds, or any other sickness they might have.”

amrita, also she never missed to show them her passion towards studies, one day during this time savkar caught her learning from books with his daughter’s and created a havoc scene in front of whole village, he harshly punished your mother and her whole family, your grandparents started cursing your mother for her stupid behavior Savkar mahesh banished your mothera and her whole family from working in his rice field, also he ordered every other landlord to banish your family, those were very dark days for your mother and her family , they were being punished for such small act of your mother, they were facing heavy crises because of scarcity of food, during that time one day ‘Savkar Mahesh’

Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.

And Adrian kept watching me with that intense, almost devouring gaze, as if he were a part of what I was tasting. “Are you sure you don’t want some?” I asked, licking the inside of the spoon where the syrup had pooled. “I’m not fond of sweets,” he said, mouth curving in a lazy smirk, “but if it comes from you, I’ll enjoy it. Show me how to savor it, Baby. You seem very good at putting on a show.” I bit my lip, then slowly scooped another round of ice cream and brought it close to my mouth. I gave it a soft lick, then closed my eyes as I wrapped my lips around the spoon, letting the sweetness fill my mouth. Cold. Sweet. And… indulgent.

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit—" "But the highest form of intelligence." I glanced up as polished shoes came into view belonging to the deep, smooth, and dark voice that finished my sentence, sending chills down my spine momentarily. My movements slowed to a stop as the devil himself stood above me, hands tucked into his pockets in rich Tom Ford attire. "Oscar Wilde", he nodded, "charming, Ms Rodriguez." Stefano glanced at me, his face giving nothing away, and then continued to walk away, exiting the restaurant without a second look.

my mom looks at me hurt and anger covered her face well now she knows how it feels. As we get in his car I admire the white leather "this must've cost a ton" I say rubbing the armrest "yeah it cost a lil sum, but I got it" "so where are we going" I say leaning back "your favorite place" he says smiling at me I squeal "yay i haven't been to Te Amour in forever because mom doesn't like their salads, but who goes there for--" I stop talking when I look over at my dad furrowing his eyebrows

like he wanted to savor every second. As the fabric slid off her shoulders, exposing her bare skin to the cool air, Victor groaned softly. “You’re so beautiful, Olivia.” She gasped when his hands roamed lower, caressing every inch of her exposed skin. His touch was fire, igniting something primal inside her. Victor eased her back onto the bed, his mouth exploring her body with unhurried devotion. His lips pressed soft kisses against her collarbone, moving lower to her chest, his tongue flicking over a sensitive peak, drawing a breathless moan from her.