Unscramble Dessert Novels & Stories

Bennett was now visibly trying not to laugh. I shook my head. “Fine. Keep the sausage rolls.” Sebastian smiled. “And the chips.” I pointed at him. “Don't push your luck.” “Too late.” The planner added them to the menu. I thought that would be the end of the argument. It wasn't. Dessert arrived. There was crème brûlée, chocolate fondant, lemon tart, vanilla panna cotta and a selection of miniature pastries. I immediately chose the lemon tart.

He placed our plates before us while keeping his eyes casted down, and left without saying a word. The dessert, a breathtaking work of art, was a visual ode to nature's beauty. A pristine white chocolate dome crowned a bed of spun sugar, resembling a crystalline forest under the moonlight. My heart fluttered in awe, captivated by the sheer elegance of the presentation. I delicately cracked open the dome with her spoon, a fragrant cloud of lavender and wildflower aromas filled the air. Beneath the white chocolate veil, I discovered an edible garden, bursting with vibrant colors and intricate details. The base was a velvety passionfruit mousse, reminiscent of a sun-kissed afternoon, complement

she caught herself, “and I’m rambling. Dessert?” “What do you have?” “Gelato, coconut cream, apple or peach pie, chocolate mousse cake, or if you’re wanting the Italian dessert, there is zeppole or cannoli and I think,” she scrunched her nose, “there may also be a few biscotti left. The tiramisu is sold out.” “It’s a huge dessert menu.” Perla sighed and rubbed her belly. “Other than the gelato, all of the dessert can be packed up to go.”

“Why haven’t you tasted the dessert?” My eyes flicked to the dessert, but I couldn’t even think straight. How could I? Dante’s finger was rubbing my clit in slow, torturous circles that made wetness pool between my thighs “You should try it, best. You’ll love it,” Mira persuaded, and just then Dante’s finger thrust deeper into my heat, my panties still intact. “Okay, I will do that,” my voice was thin, and shaky. The moment the egg tart touched my tongue, his fingers moved deeper, rougher, stroking me like he owned my pussy. A jolt of heat shot through my belly, and I nearly moaned into the dessert.

They're simple dishes yet they have such intricate flavors. I could tell Alex made a lot of effort towards making sure that I would enjoy every item on the menu. The desert finally came. The waiter lifted the cloche and it revealed a small chocolate mouse cake garnished with orange peels and white chocolate as decoration. I grabbed the knife and proceeded to cut the mouse in half, but instead of cutting through, it cracked underneath the knife. I let it crumble and it revealed a velvet box underneath.

She was mindful of her figure and was not fond of milk or anything that may make her fat. “Yeah. That’s milk and these are nuts.” David pointed out with a smile. “Who puts milk and nuts in a dessert?” queried June. She went for a napkin. “What do you know about cooking?” David replied without taking his eyes off the bowl. “It’s not like a conventional dessert you know. It’s a dessert but more of a fruit salad. You dice all the fruits together and sprinkle powdered milk and then add some nuts. I haven’t had this kind of dessert in two decades.”

Where he had been reclined moments ago, he was suddenly lurching forward in his seat desperate to hear her answer. “It’s not on the appetizer or entrée menu but I haven’t seen the dessert menu yet.” She retorted with a suggestive grin. “Might be a bit salty for a dessert item.” “Midnight snack then?” she didn’t back down as he continued to try to shock her. “Snack?” he frowned at her words. “I promise it’s more than a snack.” “I don’t know. I spent the day with you and I saw you in the wet suit. Snack is appropriate I think.” She lifted the wine menu not meeting his gaze knowing she had startled him.

"Thank you, Susanna. But, you don't have to trouble yourself so much. I'm not that hungry." Susanna replied with a smile, "No worries. If you're not hungry, you can still try and taste it." "Alright, "Abigail was forced to take a piece of the dessert. She did not know what the dessert was made of. It was soft and sticky, yet it melted in her mouth. Susanna saw that Abigail enjoyed the dessert. Susanna quietly remembered this and wanted to make it for her the next time she returned.

He let himself know it. The fourth course was dessert — something light, something that cleansed rather than overwhelmed, something that ended the meal without ending the conversation. A citrus tart with a shortbread crust, the filling barely set, the flavour bright and clean. He served it with a small glass of something sweet that Alexander had chosen from his wine cellar, the kind of wine that was meant to be sipped slowly while the conversation drifted toward its close.

Three benches that were dedicated to desserts had on them lemon tarts, crème brûlée, orange blossom cakes, minted strawberries fresh from the garden, meringues so beautifully shaped it was a pity to eat them and apple strudels served with ice-cream. There were decadent chocolate bonbons that oozed rum cream on the first bite. Drinks for the children ranged from orange juice to candy apple punch, whereas the grown-ups socialized around a waterfall wine chiller and champagne fountain that sparkled with flames. I looked around to find where Josie was so we could sit down at the table for Maya's announcement. She was there next to a friend of hers, looking beautiful as always. My heart ricochets