Novel & Cerita Stressed Backwards Desserts

Butter. Jess wandered in, barefoot, half-asleep. “You’re baking? Now?” “Yep.” “Do you have an order or something for tomorrow?” “Nope.” She raised a brow, sitting on a stool. “You okay?” “Yeah.” I cracked eggs into a bowl. “I think I want to recreate that dessert I made in Tokyo. The one for Ryuji. I named it “pièce de résistance”. It's a new creation I’d been dreaming of—honeyed chai tiramisu with caramel swirls and white chocolate shards.

The little bell above La Vida Dulce jingled as Minnie stepped inside, wrapped in the familiar scent of cinnamon, espresso, and sugar-drenched fruit. Selena played low from an old boombox on the counter, and a girl in butterfly clips and acrylics waved from behind it. “¡Minnie! ¿Tu usual?” “You know it,” Minnie said, pulling her hoodie tighter around her and smiling despite her nerves. The barista handed over a steaming cup—abuelita chocolate latte with extra cinnamon—and passed her a small brown paper bag. “Biónico with mango, papaya, strawberries, and extra crema. I added granola. You look like you got big meeting energy.”

It would help the Supernatural Council as well. ‘We’re completely on board with whatever you’d like to do, babe,’ he promised me. ‘That we do, Little Fae,’ Byron added. My attention turned back to Imeela and Jackson, knowing what my answer was. “What’s that condition going to be?” “I want you to teach me the super-secret Precoza baklava recipe. The one with the additional nutmeg.” I was serious too. I did not joke about baklava. Not one fucking bit. That recipe was a necessity. In all seriousness, I could probably orgasm from the taste alone. It was that fucking mind-blowing.

she remarked, pulling on my arm. The moment we entered a bell hanging above the door tinkled softly. The compact space was packed with glass cases showcasing coated pastries, fluffy sponge cakes, shiny fruit tarts and cookies that appeared just baked. The ambiance was cozy and inviting delectably sweet to brighten the mood of anyone feeling stressed. “This is my refuge, after each court hearing," Liliana murmured, as though admitting to a secret. I chuckled. "No surprise your cheeks are becoming a bit plumper.” She gave me a teasing scowl. "Sienna, I'm delicate at the moment. Don’t increase my stress.”

“It’s been wild. The last two weeks we’ve been fully booked every night. I had to hire another sous-chef. We’re revamping the dessert menu too. I’m playing around with saffron, stone fruit, and something called cloud cream. It’s chaos, but beautiful chaos.” Madelin nodded with approval, her voice quiet but sharp. “You always talk about food like it’s poetry. I like that. Your hands move when you describe flavors. It’s passionate. Intimate.” Barrett leaned back, watching me with something like admiration. “We should all go soon. I want to taste that saffron dessert myself.” “I’d love that,” I said, meaning it.

Placing the cakes to the table, her fingers intertwined behind her. “Here’s what i’ve been working on for next week” There was a crack in her voice before she cleared her throat. “There’s the Mint Chocolate, the Hazelnut Almond cake which is quite exquisite although tasty not so much. Less sugar because your mother—“ “She loves sugar” He interrupted flatly and Isa hummed.

"A citrus martini variation." I nodded approvingly. "Whatever it is, it's excellent." Stella pointed at me. "Just wait until dessert arrives." That made me suspicious again. "What dessert?" She exchanged looks with Isabella, Samantha, and Georgie. The four women looked like children hiding a secret. "Oh no." "Oh yes," Stella replied. "What did you order?" She finally surrendered. "Fine." She leaned forward. "It's a mega combo dessert." I narrowed my eyes. "That sounds fake." "It has brownies, ice cream, hot fudge, caramel drizzle, whipped cream, fruits, cookies, chocolate chunks..."

"Noted." An hour later, and Kate is true to her word. She threatens to stab me with her fork when I reach for a second bite of one of the cakes she declares to be "almost as amazing as sex," although by the expression she makes I'd almost swear that if I weren't in the room she'd tell the chef it was absolutely more amazing than sex. It's all a blur to me, a parade of confections with ridiculous names, like Quadruple Dark Chocolate Frosted Sugar Dream and Frosted Raspberry Afternoon Delight and Caramel Bavarian Custard Pie and Sweet Pink Champagne.

It was annoying, it was a barrier. I caved, "What do they have in mind?" I skimmed through the arrays of frozen drinks till I found the diamond in the rough. I plucked the strawberry ice cream from the bottom of the freezer. It always helped whenever I was stressed and stressed was an understatement for what I was mentally and physically.

The bar area didn't just have drinks. It had some scrumptious looking desserts and small portions of fried snacks like chicken poppers and oysters. Devin had a crazy sweet tooth! He picked one of almost every dessert. June was probably peach season here. I found a boozy fruit punch made with overripe peaches and plums and it was delicious. The dessert I got looked and tasted like peach pavlova. I also picked a slice of layered cake with vanilla ice cream and raspberry sorbet. One of the servants approached us with a trayful of more food and drinks to choose from. I hoped that these endless feasts had ended soon because I didn't want to imagine myself rolling down those grand marble staircase