Unscramble Dessert Novelas e Histórias

Ruby said, pushing the trolley closer to Jemma's side. Jemma snorted in annoyance. "Don't let me eat dessert and he doesn't come." “Do I need to check?” One of the bodyguards took the initiative. “No. My safety is the main thing," said Jemma. The cover was lifted, immediately releasing the aroma of flour and sweets. At least the peach compote in Ruby's tall cup reduced the heat. Not to mention chocolate biscuits, sweet pastries, and meringue, the popular one Russian Charlotte, which is composed of biscuits, ladyfingers, whipped cream, and custard cream and resembles a miniature coliseum. Meanwhile, the plum pudding is covered in a dome-shaped cake.

He chuckled, that sweet sound I wanted to hear all day, shaking his head. “No, no. It’s not that. It’s just… unusual. People usually eat dessert last because it’s sweet. It’s kind of like a reward at the end of the meal. A final note.” He paused like he was in search of better words. “It’s the part you look forward to.”

I decided to leave out bourbon thinking I'd make him bread pudding and bourbon caramel sauce tomorrow evening. "Oh god Remy, these dessert high you're giving me is going to spoil my waistline." He complained but didn't stop spooning more chocolaty bites into his mouth. I chuckled as I put away our dinner leftovers into the fridge while I let Leland enjoy his dessert. "It's a simple P*******t inspire dessert. I didn't make anything from scratch, it's all about the combination and right amount of gooeyness that makes everything perfect." "God, you're such a dirty talker,"

It's a promise, and I won't go back on it. She tossed the phone aside in disgust. "Ma'am, what about this?" the caregiver asked while tidying the nightstand. "Do you want to eat it?" "No." "Well, this might melt soon." The caregiver peeked inside, saw cranberries, and showed it to her. Rebecca recognized the signature dessert from a popular restaurant. It was a cranberry mud ball filled with ice cream, whipped cream, and mixed berries. It was pleasantly tart. Throwing it away would be a waste.

"Taste it." "Let me." I was surprised when Patry planned to grab the spoon but Fern didn’t give up. In short, they fought for a spoon. They are so sweet, even sweeter than this dessert in front of us. I just took my own spoon and ate the dessert. I blew it and tasted it. "Hmmm, that's delicious!" I just said and looked at them who looked at me. "Taste it too, it's delicious!" I ignored them and focused my attention on the food. In fairness, it is so delicious. It tasted like melted puto and kutsinta with condensed cheese on top. Gosh! A blessing from the heavens!

What was he really thinking? Just then, Serena returned with the dessert—personally presented. Two elegant lacquered dessert trays with eighteen-sectioned compartments were brought out. The presentation was stunning: meticulous, refined, each sweet placed like a jewel. But Adriana’s gaze paused. These desserts… they looked familiar.

But before I could apologize, the waiters arrived with dessert and the moment was gone. With the many options for me to choose from, I decided on a slice of peach cobbler and a coupe glass filled with raspberry lemonade granita. After one spoonful, I fell in love with the granita. It was tart, sweet, and icy. It didn’t melt so much as dissolve on my tongue, and I had to make a conscious effort to stop from smacking my lips like a child. I finished my dessert faster than anyone else, and while I was still wondering if it would be considered extremely rude and ‘unladylike’ to have a second one, Brayden turned to me with raised brows.

Their lunch was a delightful mix of indulgence and healthy choices. Liam reached for a small plate filled with an assortment of desserts. There were rich chocolate brownies, flaky apple turnovers, and a luscious strawberry cheesecake. Rose, on the other hand, opted for a slice of lemon tart, her favorite. As they savored each bite, their taste buds danced with joy. "These desserts are simply divine," Liam exclaimed, savoring the smooth texture of the cheesecake. "I'm glad we made the effort to find such delicious treats. It's the perfect way to start our vacation."

“It’s an honor to prepare the feast for tomorrow.” I smiled warmly. “Thank you. I hope everything is going smoothly?” “Smoothly, yes,” he replied, gesturing to the bustling kitchen. “But we need final approval on the dessert selection. The options are here.” He presented a tray with several miniature desserts: chocolate tarts, lavender-infused custards, and berry pavlovas. I sampled each one, my mind briefly distracted by the delicious flavors. “They’re all wonderful,” I said honestly. “But the berry pavlova stands out. It’s light, refreshing, and perfect for the occasion.”

I chuckled amidst my tears and wiped my face as the chef announced the arrival of dessert. Dessert was Chocolate Fondue with Fresh Fruit and Decadent Brownie Bites and they formed a tempting tableau on the plate. A small pot of velvety melted chocolate stood at the center, its glossy richness inviting exploration. Surrounding it were an array of vibrant fresh strawberries, banana slices, and enticing brownie bites, each tempting with indulgence. The strawberries glistened with juiciness, the banana slices offered a mellow contrast, and the brownie bites promised a dense, fudgy decadence. The arrangement looked like a sweet garden, with the pot of chocolate as a delicious focal point. The var