Sweet Afternoons Novels & Stories

He’d loved me. Until I dumped him. Sighing, I sank back against the vinyl booth and eyed the door. Maybe Wes was going to stand me up. A small, petty little way to get back at the girl who’d broken his heart. I picked up a packet of artificial sweetener and began shaking it. Around me, the stares were obvious. In the corner, Dottie Daniels, founding member of the Blue-Haired Biddies, sipped her tea and sent poisonous looks my way. For a nice old lady, she sure did have the evil eye down.

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.

"I’ll be waiting.“Renee closed the door satisfactorily. Dante had no choice but to call Chad to prepare some snacks. Soon he finished his bath. Renee was eating so happily that she forgot where the snacks came from. Dante was relieved. "Why don't you eat these?" He asked. There were several chocolates on the pillow. "They’re the most delicious of all the snacks here and I left them for you.0 Renee said with a smile. Dante smiled too. She opened one and placed it in his mouth. He nodded, "It's delicious." "Eating sweets can sweeten the bitterness in your heart." She said,playfully. Dante laughed.”I guess so.” Renee didn't eat much, and finally she felt sleepy and curled up in bed.

S Something so soothingly dangerous. They shared dessert by hand; warm pear tart with honey and lemon cream. Her fingertips grazed his lips once, and he kissed the sweet residue from them without hesitation. Soon,the plates were empty, the wine glasses kissed with condensation, and the sun had dipped low enough to bath the hills in a soft gold.

The sweet fragrance coming from a bowl of creamy fruit salad was totally appetizing. It was said that sugar the best cure for sadness and Audrey was about to see if it’d work in her case. She ordered a lot of desserts instead of a course meal for lunch and planned to fill her system- not just her stomach, with sweets.

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.

It says sarcastically. Sue just stared and didn't say a word. At three o'clock in the afternoon, they decided to separate. That's why Peach immediately went to the newly opened café in their town. The Bitter Sweet cafè owned by her cousin and her best friends. This is not the only café in their town but since her cousin's café opened, it has been blooming. When sheentered, she was greeted by the fragrant aroma of the café. The cafè is very crowded today because it is Sunday. Shee doesn't have anything to do so it's better for her to help serve the customers.

Eventually I relented and agreed on the fact that Soren would stop a few meters away from school. "Why? Are you ashamed of people seeing you with me? Is that it?" he asked with genuine curiosity. I stabbed absentmindedly at the pastries which were still warm, their delicate layers crumbling just right with each stab, leaving a subtle sweetness lingering on the palate. The coffee, despite its unassuming appearance in a plain ceramic mug, surprised me with its rich, velvety texture and unexpected sweetness—a perfect balance of caramel notes and a slight nutty undertone. Finally I relented and stared at him squarely head on. "No. It's quite the opposite actually."