Umur Yeri Red Velvet Novels & Stories

I have never felt these butterflies in my stomach for years and guess what, the same feeling is back. Zamir held my waist whilst both my hands were on his shoulder. "I want more cake, Zamir," I said after finishing the whole one. "That's not good for you but if you want, then I'll buy more. Which flavor?" I hummed. "Hmm, red velvet? I have a favorite store where they sell a lot of pastries that suit my tastes. It's not too sweet! It's called Mama Car's!" Zamir's eyebrows arched as we continued to dance. Our body was swaying together with the enchanting music that was playing inside. There were no people inside, just Zamir and I.

As if he would ever give any kind of serious thought to any one human for any other reason than sustenance he required from them. "I want to play beer pong, let's go take a number Suze!" Violet was ready to party in every sense of the word and beer pong was one of her favorite ways to get down. She dragged Suzie along towards the keg for a third refill, Suzie was busy searching for Darren, though she would never admit how much she really liked him, or the fact that she put on those stilettos cause she knew he loved them on her. Violet knew just how much he really meant to her though, what kind of friend would she be if she didn't know Suzie's true feelings.

“And it's their red velvet mousse!” Rupert couldn’t understand the excitement she was having. “It's just cake, what's so special about it?” “Nathalie's is a delicacy. To the extent that they are always sold out. I barely got a slice yesterday. I'm surprised that you're able to buy some, and a whole cake at that!” “Uhhh…so?” Her shoulders’ drops as she exhales a sigh. “Haaa…Misters sure don't have their sweet tooth, huh?”

Once I arrive at the kitchen, I'm welcomed by the dulcet aromas of baked pastries. "Good morning birthday girl!" Mrs. Agnelli greets candidly as she inserts into the oven, a tray of Red Velvet Nutella Stuffed Cookies. "Look at the early morning delight for your birthday." "Good morning Mrs. Agnelli!" I survey the kitchen islands in amazement and recognize a few of the dessert dishes set on them. There is Caramel Banana Cream Tiramisu, Funfetti Cake, Creamy Eggnog Bars, and Chocolate Éclair Squares.

It was either too sugary or free of sugar. I was almost about to give up, when mom called our attention to one of them. It was chocolate cake mixed with red velvet. I and Teresa tasted a chunk of it, and was so ecstatic. It was perfect. “This is so good!” Teresa cried. “Yes, it’s perfect.” I agreed. Mother smiled at me. “The bride have spoken. It’s perfect like you are, my doll. I love you so much,” she said softly making me slightly emotional. “Thanks mom.”

Before I could fully take it in, servers appeared, setting up a carpet, a basket of food, popcorn, champagne, and even two pairs of 3D glasses. Stunned, I quickly typed, '' You did this? '' Gavin nodded, suddenly looking a bit shy. "Yeah." We sat down, and he opened the basket, revealing all my favorite foods—Korean pork skin, lasagna, fried rice and chicken, burgers, salad, and even a tiny cup of my favorite mints. Then I saw the dessert. A red velvet cake. I hadn’t eaten red velvet cake since my ninth birthday. Typing fast, I showed him the screen. ''How did you know these were my favorites?''

Jake assured her. " You wouldn't say that if I turned into a ball," she murmured. " Allie, I think you're perfect now, and I'll think you're perfect even if you gain fifty pounds," he assured her. That statement made us peaceful for the rest of the time we stood there. In the end, we chose the red velvet with white chocolate and berries, which Pyotr liked, while Allie and Jake chose the vanilla one with fondant. " I think we set a record here, Allie," I commented as we left the store after spending almost the entire morning trying the cakes.

She hands me the card, and I look at it. The Velvet Accord, it reads, Vail Ridge. Basement. Dinner starts promptly at 8 PM. Underneath this is an address. “What I’ve just invited you to at the The Velvet Accord is by invitation only.” The woman says this as I meet her gaze after reading what’s on the card. “If you’re tired of vanilla, this is your chance to try a whole world of flavors.” She steps away. “If you decide to come, rest assured: there will be someone there who’ll be more than happy to take what you have to offer, whatever that is.”

I said, placing my folder on a table full of mood boards, fabric samples, and scattered sketches. “Darling, beige is my personal enemy. It’s the color of surrender.” She made a face, her full lips painted in a deep, well-defined red forming a small, expressive smile. She picked up the folder. “So, the orphanage. Let’s pretend that’s why you’re here, but I know the truth. You came for my cardamom coffee and the hot gossip. Confess.”

"You gotta be chill about it. She's twenty-seven, she has the right to date." "No," three of them snapped at once. I let out a frustrated sigh. "Grow up, guys." I left them behind and looked for Maya. New Year was the day after tomorrow. The decoration was completed. I kept the ingredients needed to make the red-velvet pastries in a separate place. After I get up in the morning, I have to make the pastries. That's a must for me. Then I went to the bedroom. Vayden was talking to Casey because I heard him uttering her name.