Sweet Afternoons Novels & Stories

“Awh shucks you are too sweet come on let’s get that on the table it looks delicious” In strolls Sampson with a platter of mixed sandwiches from the town bakery guess he didn’t get the memo about Mexican food. either that or he is just clueless. “Betty threw in same mixed deserts since she knows it’s our movie night said we would need sweets afterwards that woman deserves a raise. Ohh hey Tiffany you are here for movie night” he looks around the room “is Trevor here too”

It’s a little dry around the edges, and the frosting is undeniably sweet, almost sugary, but it’s perfect in its imperfection. It’s homemade, made with care, made specifically for me. We share a sweet moment, forks clinking softly against the plate as we eat, stolen glances and lingering smiles passing between us. For a little while, cocooned in the warmth of the cabin and his attention, it feels like nothing else matters. Like this moment, this simple act of sweetness, could stretch out into forever.

, where everyone is enveloped by petals that don't have a branch to hold on to, but don't fall like dry leaves, but thrive in the flavor of nothingness. Adam comes out and both he and those circling the entrance of the company are perplexed by the spectacle. His fingers try to pick up some or other petal that falls and after three attempts, he succeeds. First he strokes it to feel the softness and then the scent, then on his face appears the smile of a genius who has something splendid to show the world.... ━━━━━━✧♛✧━━━━━━ " You're a genius, baby! Almond blossoms paired with Colombian Miltonia orchid?! What an intriguing aroma!"

“Well, Sweetheart, it is just as well that this is our honeymoon night. Imagine yourself having ice cream without sugar.” A frown creased her brow as she thought about it and he just continued describing more doomy scenarios. “Imagine having wine that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Imagine having a cup of honey ladled with a heap of salt.” Zee didn’t like the scenarios he described as they painted a picture of something bittersweet. This didn’t bode well for her at all. Her eyes filled up rapidly again and looked up imploringly into his.

Please do help me with votes 🥹 I will be very grateful🥰 ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡ *CATHY'S POV* My mouth was sucking his lower lip slowly. Cathy, think of it as a watermelon just like the way you eat it. I repeated in my head closing my eyes. His lips tasted like red wine and I was feeling myself getting deeper into him. But the only thing that was weird was that he wasn't kissing me back.

So soft, calm, and soothing while he can be prancing furious tiger at the office sometimes. “She is a pervert!!!” Mike purposely craned his neck towards Jessica’s direction and spat it aloud. Annoyed, still, Jessica didn’t dare to talk back and dug low into the sofa-a scared cat. Then Mike’s attention dragged back to Sarah and he looked down at the half-empty ice cream tub in her hand. “What is this?” “Mint and chocolate chip cookies” Mike narrowed his eyes “I can see that!!! How are you supposed to sleep with that much sugar pumped in your body in the middle of the night?”

I highly doubt that. As soon as we reached the penthouse I saw mom standing in the living room. She walked towards me and hugged me tightly. “How are you my sweet little girl” Suzie came in too and heard mom. “Yeah, your sweet little girl got herself pregnant with a mafia’s child” she was always annoyed when mom called me her sweet little girl. “Don’t talk nonsense, Suzie. She’s your sister; not to mention twin.” Mom scolded her and we all entered the living room. Mom made me sit on the couch and went into the kitchen. She made tea for us all and we had our loveliest family get-together of all time.

Arya stared blankly at the coffee in her hands before rating her head to look at the tall butler that Ryker had thoughtfully decided to send to her. “Oh...” “Arya, is there something wrong? Your expression...looks weird.” The butler asked, his concern could be felt from a mile away as he furrowed his brows and stared at her in confusion. He was sure he didn't say anything wrong so what happened? If only he knew that he knew the true relationship between the two ‘lovers’. The time passed by so quickly as Arya was now in the back seat of a luxurious car, far more luxurious than the one Allison drove, and her destination was the Rivera’s company, more commonly known as ‘The Rivera Cooperation’.

"I'll book us a room at the hotel the day after tomorrow. I'll send you the room number on the day." "No problem! You'd better be on time this time!" Reading her text, I smiled meaningfully. In order to keep up the appearance of being busy, I booked a room at the hotel not far from my company. Then, two days later, I took the day off and stayed in the room, carefully observing the surroundings through the window. My phone chimed. I took it out and saw a text from Hermione, just as I'd expected. "I'm coming up now, sir!"

The entire kitchen smells like warm apple pie, and I lick my lips, seeing the vanilla sauce dripping from it. I immediately dig in, stopping to lift a questioning brow at Daria when I notice she isn't eating. "I'm not much for apples and cinnamon these days. I can no longer enjoy the sugary flavor of sweets that I once found addicting," Daria explains to me in a quiet voice. "The chemotherapy seems to have changed my taste buds, which sucks." I give her a pained smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that." "Yeah, it's sad, but at least there is more pie for you."