Sweet Afternoons Novels & Stories

during the earlier presentation discussion. “Thank you,” I managed. My voice sounded far away. Dom’s foot nudged mine under the table, soft, approving. “Good girl,” he mouthed when no one was looking. Dessert arrived. We had chocolate soufflé with a crackly top, espresso on the side. I pushed a spoonful around my plate. Every swallow felt impossible, because my body was still humming, aftershocks rippling through me every time I shifted. The wetness between my thighs had cooled, making my skin feel tacky.

Yet, he was willing to accept this punishment. … "Ms. Adkins…" Harper called out hesitantly when she saw my eyes brimming with tears. Snapping back to my senses, I wiped them away and asked, "What is it?" "The person who delivered this said there's something under the box." I lifted the necklace and found a bank card at the bottom. Beside it was a note that read, "Selene, congratulations on your marriage."

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

I stopped drinking and partying excessively and dated a few times; until, eventually, the pain became a dull ache. That was the moment that Chelsea and I became more than stepdaughter and stepmother. She was my friend and the mother I always wanted. I never told her that the man who had broken my heart was Micah, and she never asked. Pulling my thoughts away from the past, I rise when the bus makes a stop next to the shops near Central Park. It’s after six o’clock, and the sun is going down when I get to one of my closest friends’ shop. Maleah and Sage both own a small dessert shop near downtown Manhattan called Sweet Perfect. Maleah is a baker, and Sage is the one that takes care of promoti

In Amber’s home, the atmosphere was serene yet quietly tense. A fairly large dining table stood in the center of the spacious hall, generously adorned with an assortment of desserts—tarts dusted with powdered sugar, delicate cream puffs, sugared fruits, and golden pastries still warm from the oven. Their scent mingled with the faint aroma of cinnamon wafting from a nearby pot of steaming tea.

I murmured, leaning down slightly so only she could hear. Her dark eyes met mine, wide and shining with a vulnerability that made my chest tighten with fierce, protective warmth. As we strolled past the bakery quarter, the rich, buttery scent of baked caramel and roasted pecans drifted through the air. I noticed Jade’s step falter. She glanced toward a glass display case where rows of golden, honey-glazed brioche pastries dusted with cinnamon sugar were cooling on iron racks. Her gaze lingered on them for three whole seconds before she quickly snapped her eyes forward, pulling her shoulders tight.

A year later.... A couple of people sat at the table with the low light of the candles in the middle of the table. Scarlett looked at Maverick over the table and smiled softly. This year had many changes for the pair as his golden eyes glowed in the light. "Are you happy, my love?" Maverick asked as he looked at her with her soft smile as she looked around the exclusive restaurant. "Of course." She replied. "Come, let us go to the patio while we wait," Maverick said. He got out of his seat and walked over to her and help her out of her chair. He leaned and kissed her as she stood. "We do need to talk for a bit, Scar."

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.