Sweet Afternoons Novels & Stories

And yet we have arrived. I went out but I could really feel the awkwardness and hesitation. “Do you want me to get the red carpet for you?” he muttered. Wow, he is really sarcastic. I entered his room. It was painted with garden green, with brown and orange ceramics. It was really clean and tidy. Pretty flowers too. We both went to the living room. “Can you wait for a little moment? I’m going to prepare our dinner.” he spoke as he removed his bag.

Louise was a 56 year old woman who took care of Barbara’s everyday needs. “Madame Barbara” she knocked on her door but Barbara rolled her eyes in anger, she wouldn’t open the door. She knocked again but this time the young Mrs. Gillian managed to sit down, she was still pissed that Louise was bothering her when she didn't want to come out. She looked through the glass windows and saw nature’s beauty. There were palm trees with their leaves swaying from place to place and picture-perfect sunsets too, the mountains surrounding their house and the towering waterfalls was not something to be left out. “Hawaii is an incredibly beautiful place anyway” Barbara said. She loved the environment, so mu

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

“I won’t get in the way of your work. Come back soon, I can’t fall asleep without you. I’m hanging up soon, bye dear.” Her continuous sweet tone and words made him feel refreshed. In the past, he hated sweet things. Even his coffee was the most bitter, most concentrated coffee available on the market worldwide. And now, he didn’t realize when it had started but he drank his coffee with a cube of sugar. He found that the fragrant coffee tasted particularly delicious when it was laced with a hint of sweetness.

I bite my lip before finally digging in. I gasp when the food touch my tongue. Shems, it feels like it also touch my heart. I look at the cake again. It's coton candy color cake with explosion of chocolate in the inside. "You like it?" Midnight ask. I pout and nodded my head. "It's not too sweet as what it should taste because of the look. It's actually Bittersweet." I never taste this kind of cake before. "Of course it's Bittersweet. I experimented that taste in our main cafè." Midnight proudly said. My eyes open wide while looking at her.

“No way.” Inside, the air was cool and sweet-smelling, with retro black and white tiles that reminded Amy of an old-fashioned soda fountain. The teenage girl behind the counter looked bored until she spotted them, then straightened up with the practiced customer service smile of someone who’d been trained to appear enthusiastic about frozen dairy. “Welcome to Sweet Endings,” she recited. “Today’s special is the Cherry Blossom Blast.” They studied the menu board, Amy deliberating between her usual strawberry and something more adventurous.

We were having lunch at Sweet Tooth Diner, where almost everything served had a touch of sweetness—from their naturally made sauces and tender chicken to the delectable pastries and even the vibrant vegetable salads. This restaurant was one of the best around, though I wouldn't recommend it for someone with diabetes. We were currently seated on the patio near the palm trees, enjoying the calming and peaceful atmosphere that made our meal even more enjoyable. "I'll be just fine," I reassured her, gesturing to the little one beside me. "I have this little one to keep me company." Evei took a sip of her cucumber water, glancing over at Zendra, who was eagerly devouring her fries, clearly wantin

The shop was small but cute, with large glass walls and buttery aromas wafting from inside. “Here we are, ma'am,” said Mariana as she opened the car door. Maia got out and looked at the shop's sign, “Sweet Days,” she muttered, then smiled slightly. As soon as she entered, the aroma of cinnamon and caramel immediately greeted her. The display case was full of cute breads, strawberry-filled croissants, and tempting mini cheesecakes. Maia pointed to several types of bread to the waiter, “Two of these, three of those. Oh, and add the almond butter too!”

When my family found out I was depressed because of a lack of love, they were all very regretful. Dad made my older sister, Rhea, give up her south-facing bedroom, the largest in the apartment. Mom gave me the new clothes she bought for Rhea. Even my younger brother, Caleb, who had always hated me, made me a birthday cake himself. They all hoped that I would get better, even though they forgot my actual birthday. So as not to disappoint them, I forced a smile. However, the next instant, Caleb threw the cake in my face. “I told you she was faking! If she really was depressed, how could she smile so easily?” Rhea rushed in from outside, her eyes red-rimmed. “You can just tell u

By lunchtime, Sienna had noticed my mood. "You've been quiet." "I've been thinking." "That's dangerous." I looked at her. "You're hilarious." "I know." We were sitting outside near the garden. Sienna was eating fries while I slowly stirred my drink. She suddenly pushed the fries toward me. "Want some?" "No." "Since when do you say no to fries?" I looked at them. "I don't feel like it." She stared at me. "Are you sick?" "Why does everyone think something is wrong with me?"