Novel & Cerita The Toast Surprise

“Why does it sound like the house is dying.” “I think the toast hates me,” I shouted back. That earned me a laugh. An actual laugh. Warm and unrestrained. He appeared a moment later, hair still mussed, shirt half buttoned, looking far too handsome for someone who had clearly just woken up. He took one look at the smoking toaster, the ruined bread, and me standing there holding evidence of my crime. “You know,” he said calmly, “most people remove the toast before it becomes coal.” “I was distracted,” I said defensively. “I was thinking.”

Two slices of toast are on another saucer, and I take one with my other hand and sink my teeth into the crispy bread. I close my eyes and relish in the moment of bliss. It’s like I have never tasted toast before. This is plain old bread, yet it tastes like some aphrodisiac at this present moment. After clearing the food and fruit in most of the dishes on the tray, I wash it all down with a glass of pineapple juice.

He then ran his fingers over my watch. He burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Where did you find these actors to act out this farce with you? I see that not only are you poor, but you also like to put on an act! Also, this watch of yours. It's clearly just a high-quality counterfeit." What a preposterous situation. I was just about to insult him when a weak voice asked, "But, Mr. Barrington, why does a lowly scum like him know the password to your villa's front door?"

This was a new toast incident, distinct and alarming in its own right. Audrey was making breakfast. Standard Tuesday morning, nothing unusual — she was in her oversized academy hoodie with her hair doing the thing it did when she hadn't decided what to do with it yet, which was approximately everything simultaneously. She put bread in the toaster. She turned around to get the coffee. The toaster, which was a normal toaster with no supernatural modifications that I was aware of, began to glow. Not the heating element. The whole thing. A soft green-gold light, pulsing slightly, the exact colour of Audrey's magic when it ran high.

Now after several years of the same things, he did want some variation. “I’m fine with that,” he said. “I’m going upstairs to change, let me know when you are ready.” Avocado toast was an interesting experience. He hadn’t expected to find squashed avocado mixed with spices on a slice of toast as filling as it was. The souffle omelette was an interesting texture to say the least, but it tasted just like a normal omelette. He was slightly fearful about dessert. He knew that mini pancake cereal had gone viral recently. Just because he generally liked desserts, it didn’t mean that he would eat anything if it had a high sugar content.

She's so deep into the mental reconstruction of his sanctuary that she completely misses the subtle change in the air. Suddenly, a sharp, acrid scent cuts through the daydreaming. "Oh, no!" The toast is burnt to a crisp. Mia stares at the blackened bread, then at the sleek, perfect kitchen around her. She bursts out laughing, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment.

Six weeks later..... I've been having an awful feeling at work, I shouldn't have drink that octopus soup that Cameron recommended me to at lunch today. It was my first time eating octopus and yuck! It taste disgusting. I can't even concentrate on my work because of the awful feeling and my stomach is so upset. "Are you OK Jada?" Lucas asked me. "I think I'm coming down with something" I said weakly. "Must of been the octopus soup you guys had for lunch... Next time don't eat what you're not use to " Jasmine grinned causing me to frowned.

Leon briefly scanned the items on his desk, but he didn’t see the toast with a heart shape he’d always seen day after day since his first year in high school. He had gotten used to receiving a fresh toast every day, even though he had never eaten it. Its unexplained absence made him feel like something was out of place. He rechecked his drawer to find there was nothing inside. At that moment, he felt disconcerted, like something was not right. Wearing a deep frown, Leon calmed himself down and took out his phone to take a quick scroll through Weibo. “Hahaha! You idiot, you’re soaked.” “Exactly. Look at how disgusting you are.”

Marissa puts in her two cents on a situation she has no say in. My plan is to ignore them in hopes they'll both go away. It's improbable, but there's also always spontaneous combustion to look forward to if I need a Plan B. "I agree, but he must be somewhat important to have use of a company car." The French toast is piled two pieces high, a banana sliced in half sits on top with some kind of caramel sauce running down the sides. I inch my nose closer and take in the cinnamon and sugar smells. At my first bite I declare it heaven.

I had ate just two of those since I got here but i have actually lost count of how many he had eaten, he seemed to like them very well. I was still in my thoughts when he took another toast from the table and I didn't realize when I slapped his hands. "Save some for me won't you?" I yelled and he dropped the toast on the table. I could feel him staring at me and when I looked up at him his face was mixed with a surprise emotion and a happy one. He was smiling with his tongue at the side of his mouth making his piercings and jawline attractive. "What?" I protested and took a sip out of the hot coffee that was already becoming warm. I hated warm coffee, it's neither hot or cold.