Taste Of It Novels & Stories

I smile back before I continue my speech on the mic. “Over the years, Tristian delights had been known for their health oriented food. But Aside from healthy Food, we also strives for mouth watering taste. Because what’s the Fun of eating without the sweet taste and Aroma of Food? This is why TRIST DELIGHTS ARE HERE FOR YOU. We endeavors to give you Healthy based yet tasty Food product with our unique recipes and unique ingredients. For today just sit and enjoy the varieties of food we’ve prepared for this event. And you can check out our recipes on our website.” I keep a smiling face as I speaks boldly to the audience and it motivates me as I see the Audience clapping in Agreement with what

She put two candies on the brown table, one for her and the other for Nevea. Seeing the look of distrust on Nevea's face, Sara chuckled. "Don't worry. This is just a candy to help you relax." She unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth as proof that she meant no harm to Nevea. 'That is what a villain always said.' Nevea thought. Nevertheless, she still took the candy and ate it. Instantly the sour flavor infiltrated her sense of taste. Sara's amused laugh filled the small room, making Nevea's brow elevate. She was sure nothing was funny in this situation. In contrast, this was awkward and a bit creepy.

To be someone. I remembered walking into the party and taking shots, the whiskey burning down my throat. I could remember the cheering and fake laughter which filled the air as I took several shots. The images came clear and my cheeks reddened with embarrassment. My stomach churned. What the hell did I do? No, no, no. I had to be wrong. I had to be. Everything that was happening was just a very vivid imagination, it was not reality. Maybe I just got drunk and booked a suite in a hotel and spent the night. But who was I kidding, I was too broke to be that spontaneous. Or was I still sleeping and dreaming? That had to be it. I was going to pinch myself and I was going to be on my bed when I wa

The two acted as if they had already reconciled in front of Chrismith's family. The next day, Chris and Nica left early for a free taste cake and to choose what to use for their wedding. "I like this one!" A dimple appeared on Chris's cheek as he smiled and stared at Nica. She was like a child that has just tasted that kind of cake. "Why are you being like that as you look at me?" Before answering, Chris removed a few strands of her hair that covered her cheek. "You look like a child while eating a cake." He said as if it was a joke.

Cael's POV The flashbulbs were still bright in my eyes as my driver whisked me away from the auction house. It felt as though I was the talk of everyone tonight-Cael Marcellus, the artist himself, the one who fetched the highest piece in his recent work to date. It went on and on as reporters shoved their microphones at me for comments on what I was going to do next for an artwork, how it felt to hear the title "father of a new generation."

Selina arched an eyebrow. “Trying to impress me with the price tag?” “Trying to impress you with the quality.” She scooped a heaping spoonful and let it linger on her tongue. “You know, most people don’t actually like the taste. They just like what it says about them.” “Do you?”

Sally hated the taste of the... well, whatever it was called. It made the bowl warmer then it should be at this time of the afternoon and just had a weird taste and consistency. She had to force herself not to gag at the flavour and to empty the bowl. Whatever it was it was incredibly potent, even as she tried to lick the furriness from her teeth she could feel a tingle run over her skin. It made her feel instantly light headed, faster then any alcohol she'd ever had.

“They taste like whatever your favorite flavor is when you eat them.” Jane gasped. “Really? Like strawberries?”

We were on our mandatory date tonight, another way to show the public our united front. Blaze’s eyes lingered on my mouth a little too long as I took a bite of the slice of cake from his fork. For all his quirks, I still found myself moaning as the taste burst in my mouth. It was similar to Torta Savoia with its rich chocolate hazelnut cream that I had from the human realm and had instantly become my favorite.

His eyes were filled with lust. He opened a kitchen drawer and pulled out a packet of Tic-Tacs. Purple Tic-Tacs. They were so light in color that they matched the color lilac perfectly. He took one small sweet from inside the plastic container and placed it right in front of my eyes on the marble. Reassurance. Safe word. Got it. "I like that flavor a lot, but there are better ones." He said, moving around the isle and standing in his previous spot behind me. "Do you wanna know my favorite?"