The Flavor Bible Novels & Stories

Kaleb's pov I stared at the ingredients on the countertop, my arms folded as I glared. I blinked and some flour dusted off my lashes and fall to the floor. I pressed my lips into a frown. I had everything to make the perfect red velvet cake for my girl's birthday tomorrow. Red velvet cake was Bailey's favorite and I wanted to bake her it myself. Unfortunately mom didn't bless me with a baker's hands and I was failing miserably. This was my third batch of batter and I mistakenly added too much salt in this one. I groaned, wiping my hand down the white now batter covered apron.

I walk to the kitchen and take out the choco-brownie ice cream tub I save for moments like this, and the whipped cream, go back to my bedroom and sit down to devour it while I rant against an asshole named Stefano Graziani. Who does he think he is? “I was thinking about you all night too Christie” I say imitating his deep tone of voice and his sexy, sexy accent “Well no, no sir, never! I'd rather die!” I continue saying between spoonfuls, I take the can of cream and squeeze it directly into my mouth. I refuse to continue thinking about that prick, one way or another I'll have to get him out of my head. I won't be another notch on his bedpost.

This was both infuriating and terrifying. Then, there was a shift in his mood- his once furrowed brow straightened, a flicker of emotion I couldn't place my finger on crossing his face. His face suddenly paled the moment he averted his gaze to the door before drifting back to me. Before I could cook up an answer to give him, he covered the distance between us, slamming me against the wall and…kissed me.

I opened it slowly. The smell that once meant comfort now felt complicated. I picked up the forkTook a bite. And closed my eyes, savoring. Some flavors don’t fade easily. Just like some people. But maybe— Maybe I didn’t have to drown in them. Maybe I could learn to taste something new.

I shamelessly bit my lips and then maintained composure. Sebastian Greenwood, are you flirting with me? "Fingers", I said and cleaned off the tomato sauce off his lips, I tried to retrieve my hands and he grabbed them. Then he took the finger with the sauce on his hands and put it in his mouth. I lost it. I fucken lost it. That turned me the fuck on. Is he on any drugs? any medication? alcohol?? Or this is just him openly trying to get me on. But he did this last time..

My brows raised after shopping and I saw him outside, holding two ice creams in a cone. “Your mother said you love chocolate flavor when we first met,” he mentioned and showed it to me. I don't like it. I actually despise that flavor. “I hate it,” I replied and grabbed the vanilla flavor in his hand. “Really?” He titled his head, seems to be thinking. “Vanilla is my favorite,” I decided not to live like Bria. Even if I am using her name, I will live this damn Mafia world as me—as Briana. “I hate this flavor,” he said blankly, despising the chocolate flavor.

They all have their titties out. I scoffed. Well, that explains the name of the place. I took steps through the dancing crowd and headed towards the bar. I got to the bar and sat on one of the high stools. "Welcome to Fire Tits," a good-looking bartender said to me with a smile. "Thanks. Can I get two shots of screaming orgasm, one shot of Martini, two shots of tequila and one of sex on the beach, please?" I said, making him dumbfounded as he stared at me.

Elion said, "you're getting good at being human." "I am practicing." "You're a natural." "I am an imitation." "Fake it 'til you make it." The food arrived. The burgers were huge, greasy, and smelled like heaven. Cale picked his up. He took a bite. His eyes widened. "Flavor," Cale said. "Meat. Salt. Grease. Cheese." "Good?" "It is... intense. The sensory input is high." "That's called flavor, Cale." "It is messy," Cale noted as juice dripped onto his finger.

It was a normal sunny morning and a young man in his school uniform turned back from the school gate with the intention of skipping class. Plugging the earphones on both sides he strolled downtown toward the city Library while grabbing a hot coffee on the way. “One hot Americano, no sugar” said the young man “One hot Americano, 100% sugar” a playful voice spoke from behind, catching his attention. He turned to see the familiar person without any manners. The individual responsible for his skipping class, causing him to endure the boring library on a Monday morning. “Eh, what a coincidence,” said the newcomer. “But to say a cute person like you drinks black coffee with no sugar. Such a rare s

“Uh...” Did I say that out loud?. “Oh don’t be embarrassed, sometimes I talk to myself too and yes you spoke out loud.” He laughed and took a seat beside me. “Well.. I’m kinda obsessed to sweets, so I do crazy stuff at times.” I nervously clutched the fork tightly. “Same here, sweets are my favorite, specially red velvet cakes.” I hastily nodded.