Novel & Cerita Sweet Afternoons

This year, it seemed he had done away with it. Suddenly, a waiter approached me. "Are you looking for something, miss?" "Yes. Is there a dessert section?" "Of course. Please, follow me." The waiter led me to a counter reserved specifically for pastries. It was just as charming and beautiful as always. I felt a pang of regret for having doubted my uncle just a moment ago. In front of me was a long table filled with colorful, dainty cakes. I picked up a small pink cupcake and took a bite.

I gently stirred the sugar cube into my cup, watching as fine lines appeared on the surface, and my mood gradually became more peaceful. "Claude, I asked you to meet me to discuss the matter of rejection. I think I've made myself clear, I don't want anything else, just your agreement." I took a sip of the coffee, and with the added sugar, it no longer tasted bitter. It had a creamy sweetness, along with the rich aroma of coffee. The smooth texture tempted me to take another sip, confirming that it was indeed delicious.

For reasons she could not explain, the thought of their departure left her chest feeling faintly hollow. A hand patted her back gently. "Drink first. I'll leave after you finish." Sydney smiled up at Diana, lifted the bowl, and drank it in one breath. The bitterness had not yet faded when a peeled mango candy appeared at her lips. Diana's gaze softened. "For the aftertaste." "Thank you, Diana." Sweet and tart flavors spread across her tongue and chased away the lingering bitterness. Diana watched her squint at the sweetness and smiled. "All right. I should go. Head upstairs and take a nap."

I murmured, my eyes gleefully fixed on them. "Huh? Ade, did I say morning? I wished you a pleasant afternoon!" "Nina, whatever." I remarked as I walked my way towards our grand entrance. They were too engaged with each other, so I left them alone. As soon as I came in, I was greeted by the silence of the large living room. The maids and other drivers are presumably in their respective rooms, which is why it's so quiet, It’s fine, because they won't have any tasks to do.

Thank you all for always supporting “Sweet Treachery”. I couldn’t have asked for better fans. I love you all!!! I rush to the window to catch a glimpse Of how life used to be wonderful How there were no worries and I was at ease I had my family’s love in full But all I see is the tears of the moon In the form of dew And the life which I once knew Is now a poor shadow of itself PenaciousShewa

She pulled her hand away slowly, her wet fingers shining, but she didn't cover herself. "Elena... I was just..." Elena's eyes met hers, a small confident smile tugging at her mouth. "Thinking about me?" She moved closer, her hips swaying slightly. Samantha nodded, unable to speak, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Elena reached the bed, her knee pressing into the mattress as she leaned down, her face inches from Samantha's. The scent of Elena's perfume, made her feel intoxicated and the scent mixing with her own scent made a fresh batch of wetness gush through her legs.

“Who needs real food when you can have pie?” I felt like I’d just met Cat forty years from now. “I’m pretty sure my best friend has said those exact words.” “Your best friend is a smart girl. Now, I don’t know how you operate, but I like to start my meals dessert first.” I followed her through the smattering of brightly colored tables inside the Kaleidoscope Café. She settled on a seat facing the window—with a slivered view of the river. In the back of my mind, I recalled another soon-to-be restaurant with an amazing panorama of that same river.

I truly wished that it would all work out without them standing opposite each other, ready to fight. Kaisei parked his car, and we entered this café and restaurant called “Sweet & Spicy”. The place inside looked sort of like its name, but it was quite romantic. There were raw, industrial elements sugarcoated with angelic, bright decoration. Huge windows and lamps were bringing an amazing amount of light, making the whole restaurant look bigger, than it actually was. We went to the upper floor and took a seat by the window. A waitress brought us a menu. Kaisei looked through it with dedication… “So… do you prefer it sweet… or spicy?” he smiled seductively.

*Ana* “But Maddie,” I start again, returning to the door. “I’m not that sleepy. I can still stay up, and,” I yawn. When I yawn, I find the taste of the blue frosting on my tongue. How do I still have cake in my mouth? The party is over now, and we are back in my room, but somehow, I still taste it. It’s sweet but doesn’t taste as good now. The sugar tastes more salty, as if it's off. But I still swallow it down.

Pisses me off that all I can do is watch her swallow it. I took a bite of her dessert, and sweetness bloomed across my tongue. The tempest in me went instantly quiet. Lemon honey Madeleine. My favorite. Golden as late-afternoon sun, shell ridges gleaming under the lights. One bite. The crumb melted slow. Lemon kissed first, then honey slid silk-smooth over my tongue, and a whisper of butter opened warm at the end. Not just a feast for my taste buds. It was a small salvation. Every time I had these Madeleines, the angry energy that had built up inside from all that power would suddenly calm down, like a stormy sea going quiet all at once.