Novel & Cerita Taste Like Candy Book

The sight of them made my heart skip a beat. Excitement bubbled within me, pushing away any lingering sleepiness. I rushed over to the table, my fingers trembling slightly as I picked up one of the tamarind candies. The familiar, tangy flavor burst in my mouth, each bite bringing a wave of joy and nostalgia. I let out a deep moan, and was it me, or did I hear a curse somewhere nearby? I pushed that thought away. Who could have done this? The thought flickered through my mind, but I pushed it aside, simply reveling in the unexpected happiness of the moment. The combination of lilies and tamarind candies was so personal, so thoughtful, it felt like a dream come true.

she had said, crouching to my level, and cupping my cheeks in her perfectly manicured hands. I remember the question stunned me. Why? Coz she never asked me things like that. I looked up at her. Maybe she was just too exhausted from the trip. But I didn't mind that, this was my chance to taste it. My classmates at school had been raving about some new candy that puckered your lips and made your eyes water. “Sour candy,” I said. “That’s all you want?” Vivienne blinked. I nodded. “Everybody talks about it.”

he lifted the silver dome with mock ceremony “—chocolate-dipped strawberries.” “You’re silly.” “And you’re not eating,” he countered, nudging the tray closer. “Pick something.” I rolled my eyes but reached for a strawberry anyway, the chocolate dark and glossy, the fruit cold from the fridge. I bit into it carefully, expecting the usual sweet-tart burst, but the chocolate was thicker than I expected and the strawberry juicier than it looked. The sweet and cold combination hit all at once and the strawberry burst in my mouth with more force than I was prepared for.

"Eat it. It's sour and sweet. It tastes very good." As she spoke, she brought the candy to Russell's mouth. Just as Russell was about to say no, it was stuffed into his mouth. It was just as Chelsea had said, sour and sweet. When he had a fever, he was unable to taste anything. However, this kind of sweet and sour taste suddenly mixed in his mouth. It was like the extra color in black and white paintings. It instantly made his mood brighten up a bit. After Russell swallowed it, he remembered a problem. "Did you wash your hands?"

The child adapted. "You don't like peas?" asked the governess on the third evening. “No,” Candy said, stamping her small foot. “Bring me the rice. And get the sparkling juice. Not that old stuff.” “Of course, Miss Candy,” the governess said, smiling through the fatigue that comes from constantly moderating temper. In the study windows, Jamaica watched all of it and allowed herself a thin smile that did not reach her eyes.

Knowing that she had been discovered, she calmed down quickly and said to Cleveland, "It's just that I suddenly feel that the food here must be very bad." Cleveland's mind was full of questions. He didn't understand why Candy would say something like that. "Didn't you say you've never been here before? How do you know the food here tastes bad?" Cleveland asked. "Although I've never been here, I know that the people who dine here are very stinky. They must have eaten a lot of dirty things to make their mouths stinky, right?" Although Candy had a smile on her face, her words were cold. The girls next to her froze when they heard Candy's words. As expected, Candy had heard what she said.

I slide my hand up into her hair, causing Candy to protest. “I just had my hair done, so you’re free to look but don’t touch,” she scolds playfully, yet very serious at the same time. I move in quickly, kissing her hard on the mouth to keep any more complaints from coming through her lips. She tastes like cherries, not one of my favorite flavors. I’m finding myself nitpicking more than I normally would for what is meant to be a simple booty call.

“Rose, I’ll help you pick up the books at the back of the classroom. They’ll be needed in class later on.” “There’s no need.” Rose held the ‘scalpel’ candy in her mouth. She loved to eat sweets. Since she had already tasted the candy, she didn’t feel like stopping. It was bad to waste food anyways.

After Candy toured the entire museum and saw all the beautiful paintings, she decided to sit down to relax her feet, she’s wearing a four inch heal and her feet was starting to get cramps. She turned around but almost every table was already occupied. She saw only one seat vacant in the cocktail bar. She stepped near the cocktail bar and picked up a glass of champagne from the tray carried by the waiter she met. When Candy sat down she slowly drank the champagne. Candy was not used to drinking alcohol but it doesn’t mean she’s ignorant of its taste, she has also tasted wine few times when she attends parties.

“I love this! It’s unlike anything that I’ve ever tasted before.” “It’s literally just sugar,” I said. She gasped in shock. “No! That can’t be! This one tastes much better than just sugar. Here! Have a taste,” she pushed the cotton candy near my lips, urging me to taste it. I shook my head. “I don’t like sweets.” She clicked her tongue. “Such a killjoy. Just taste it! It looks like you need a little bit of sweetness in your life.” I rolled my eyes and took a bite of the cotton candy. I almost cringed with how sweet it tasted. I was right. It’s literally just refined sugar.