The Toast Surprise Mga Nobela at Kwento

The clerks come with all the boxes and distribute them among all the employees. Samuel goes back into his cabin. An automatic smile curves on my face as I watch him and it widens even more when I open the box. It's almond butter toast with honey and mustard. "Weird!" Cooper rolls his eyes. "Such a weird combo. Isn't it?" "No—" I'm almost about to say that this is my favourite breakfast. But I don't speak out. Most of the employees are confused with this weird combo for sure. Samuel! He didn't forget it. He didn't forget anything.

it was time for the toast. We heard a glass clink and it was mum. Wait, is mum the one who is going to make toast now?. That really was unexpected. Celine and I looked at each other's faces and smiled when we realized we both were at the same pace. Mum stood up holding her champagne glass and cleared her throat before speaking. "Hey everyone. It's time for the toast." Mum said with a cool tone and everyone responded with loud applause. "Mum's acting cool," Celine whispered beside my ear.

Emma said, clearly irritated. "Yes, boss," Lucy spoke, coming into view. "What did you use in making this toast?" I asked. "Bread, eggs, some hot sauce, and tomatoes." "Did you just say tomatoes?" I asked, trying to steady myself—before finally collapsing onto the floor. "What’s happening?" Emma asked, panic in her voice. "He has a tomato allergy," Abel said urgently.

"All your favorites. Cinnamon toast, one egg over easy and crispy bacon." "Wow. It's like the best day ever." I reached for a piece of toast. "Under other circumstances, I'd ask you if I'm dying or something, but we both know the answer to that." "Nice, Nate." She exhaled as though in annoyance, but I could tell it was more bluff than anything else. "Just enjoy your food, and then maybe-" She was interrupted by a loud knock at the front door, and she jumped up, smiling big. "That might be your surprise. Be right back."

I padded into the kitchen, barefoot, the marble floor cool against my toes. Kyl stood by the stove, shirtless, hair a mess. He held a spatula like it was a weapon he didn’t trust, and the toaster behind him was emitting a thick, black curl of smoke. “Morning,” I said softly. He turned, startled. “Shit. I was trying to surprise you with breakfast.” I blinked at the toast curling into a cinder behind him. “You succeeded. I’m shocked.” He chuckled, then reached over and yanked the plug from the toaster. “It’s not my skillset.”

I said. He looked confused but he indulged me anyway. "I love you, baby. You know that. Now tell me why you haven't touched your food." "Will you still love me if I peed on myself?" I asked. He got even more confused. "What are you talking about?" "I think I just peed on myself," I replied and he looked down at my chair immediately. He turned pale. "Her water broke." He announced. The table went silent for about one second and then all hell broke loose. Everyone was talking all at once and I couldn't make things out properly.

"If I told you it was good, you'd make me eat all of it, and there's no way I can do that." "How hard can it be? You're just making excuses!" Willow exclaimed, grabbing the unfinished toast. "I'll eat it myself to show you." Not everyone had the opportunity to taste her breakfast. Theodore was being ungrateful. She decided to try it herself and prove him wrong. How bad could toast possibly be? Willow took a bite and instantly spat it out. Ugh! What was that? The toast had a gritty texture and a bitter taste. Willow felt as if she had taken a bite of soot. It was so awful she couldn't think about swallowing it. The bitterness of just one bite was enough to make her wince.

at them and expected it to work. Abel stood across from Alice, arms folded, jaw tight. Alice, meanwhile, looked personally offended by the state of the breakfast. “You burned it,” she accused dramatically, pointing at the barely-recognizable toast. “It popped up early!” Abel defended, equally dramatic. “The toaster is faulty!” Alice turned to me when she noticed I was watching, throwing her arms up. “Emma, look at this!” I smiled. “A culinary masterpiece.” Abel finally cracked a grin. Alice did not.

The bitterness coats my tongue with perfect warmth. She pulls out a loaf of bread and pops two slices into the toaster. She does it with so much flair you’d think she’s on a cooking show. The bread crackles as it browns. We eat standing up at the counter. The toast is crunchy and dripping with butter. Sophie turns it into a game. She balances crumbs on the tip of her nose and wiggles until they tumble off. Her giggle fills the room like sunshine. I can’t help but laugh with her.

Audrey POV Inside the walls of our secluded town, chaos bloomed. Today began the preparations for a great celebration and everything had to be perfect. String lights were being hung from every building. Red and white ornamental lanterns decorated every tree. Or at least they were supposed to. The ornaments were missing. No one knew anything about anything. It was like they were purposely giving me a hard time. Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. So far, half the prepped food disappeared over night. Someone dropped the cake, which actually showed up to the big house completely wrong. Someone ordered orange flavored cupcakes, when I specifically ordered traditional chocolate and