The Toast Surprise Novels & Stories

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

"I am not doing anything." "You are doing something with your face." "I am drinking coffee." Liam was watching this exchange with the expression of a man who had just received a birthday present he had not expected and was taking his time opening it. I picked my fork back up. Blake reached across and stole a piece of toast from the edge of my plate with the complete calm of someone who had decided this was acceptable and had no concerns about the reception. I looked at the toast. I looked at him. He ate the toast.

Laura couldn't help but walk forward and look at what was in the pan. There seemed to be something long and black in the pan. Something she had never seen before. "Fried eggs," Chris said calmly. Laura was rendered speechless. "Are those... toasts?" Laura turned to look at the toaster and her lips twitched. "Yeah, toasts. What's wrong?" asked Chris as he didn't know why Laura was asking him such a question. Laura had no idea what to say anymore. Chris looked at the toaster after seeing Laura's reaction. "Oops, I'm sorry. I've kept them in the toaster for too long."

Once the door shuts and we hear the bike engine start, I step in front of her and take a bite of her toast, then ask, “do I need to worry” “No”, she says immediately. “Did you change your mind?” I asked. “Nope!”, she says before taking another bite of her toast. “Is it just a date, or am I devouring you until you can’t walk again?” I whispered. “Option two please”, she says, making me laugh, and I slide her ass across the counter to the edge. “Ewww, public room!”, sings Courtney, causing us to laugh before I take another bite of her toast.

"So where's my surprise?" "Um…are we still talking about the box of chocolates—or the surprise in my pants?" "We're not talking about chocolates." "Don't tease me, Juice." He said coming awake. "Who's teasing? At least one of us can have some fun." Troy looked under the sheet and grinned up at her. "Your surprise just got bigger."

he replied, clearly offended. I laughed before I could stop myself. He turned, holding the ruined toast, and something softened in his expression. Then he laughed too, quiet and unpolished, like he wasn’t used to it. “I can’t even make toast,” he said. “A Billionaire CEO, defeated by a toaster.” “It’s a complicated machine,” I said seriously. “Its very advanced.” “Two buttons,” he replied. “I still failed.” We were both smiling now. It felt easy, natural, like we were just two people sharing breakfast instead of two strangers tied together by a contract.

Reuben said. Emilio rushed and held the microphone. It's amongst the best birthday party I have ever held I have a great surprise for my wife and children but I will not disclose it now I will disclose it before the end of the party. Rose and Noel looked at one another in shock questions lingering in their minds. "What could be the surprise?" Rose asked. I have no idea Reuben already knew what was the surprise he looked at Emilio and smiled Emilio smiled back. The food is already on your tables you can continue enjoying don't forget a dot of a champaign after the meal its good for your health.

She acknowledged me with a small nod. Professional. Polite. Exactly as I’d expected. I returned the gesture. Then my attention shifted back to the children. “So…” I leaned closer to the camera. “I heard somebody survived an attack.” Eli gasped dramatically. “You know?” “I’ve been informed.” “It was the toaster.” “I heard.” “It became aggressive.” “Did it?” “It absolutely did.” “What happened?” “I wanted toast.” “Makes sense.” “It wanted war.” I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing.

I furrowed my brow and asked, "What do you mean by that?" Mom burst out laughing before she took out a small remote control from her pocket. "Do you know why we took out that accidental death policy on you? Why did it have to be today, and specifically at this dinner? It wasn't merely a trap—it was a sacrificial rite, Weston." She pressed the button on the remote control, causing the TV to flicker on and display a piece of surveillance footage. That footage showed several people in black robes standing around a baby, chanting incantations.

“Because you tried to put six stuffed animals and a toaster inside it.” “The toaster is important.” “What for?” “In case I get hungry.” “We’re going to a penthouse, not the woods.” “I’ve never seen this penthouse. Maybe it doesn’t have a toaster.” “It does,” Sebastian said. Poppy immediately turned toward him on the screen. “Good. Does it have croissants?” “I don’t know.” “Daddy.” Her disappointment was heavy enough to crash stock prices. “I’ll order some.” Her face brightened instantly. “Chocolate?”