With Love Your Sweetly Salted Novels & Stories

Let's see when you were still taking care of me. I wish you knew I love you. [Jroa:] I hope when I wake up I will see your smile again. I hope when I wake up we can repeat those moments You hold me in the palm of your hand longing for your hug. I wish I could repeat, I wish I could repeat, when will I repeat. [Jroa & Bosx1ne:] Even now it is far away and stands alone the love you bring is still different when you ask for it. I can't even tell you how important it is.

But now, here we are, in a grocery store. “Why are you here?” I say, my voice sounding strange in my own ears. He steps back, his gaze scanning the overflowing cart in front of me. “Stocking up?” he says, “That’s a lot of sweets, Selina.” I follow his line of sight and feel a bit embarrassed. There’s chocolate, frosting, cookies, cake mix… a collection of everything sweet I could get my hands on. It’s not that I wanted to indulge—well, maybe a little.

In my opinion, there's no greater pleasure in the world than the buttery, slightly nutty flavor of a classic caramel sauce. The secret is, of course, to add a pinch of salt - just enough to stimulate the taste buds but not so much that you overpower the sauce's warm, buttery sweetness. For such a simple recipe, even the smallest change can make a huge difference - using brown sugar instead of white, for example - and after hours of experimenting, I think I've gotten my version just right. I've finally created a mouthwatering, toe-curling, devilishly perfect caramel sauce.

ʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, sʜɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ

I feel really blessed to have you. Keep smiling! You all are precious to me. Don't forget to love yourself. Love, Mahek_Salvatore. .......................

My voice was steady but my palms were not. We traded the small, lethal civility of old allies, before another man swooped in to flatter her, giving me an excuse to step aside. My jaw ached from holding the smile, so I let myself drift toward the sweets table. Rows of perfection waited: petit fours, glossy éclairs, and my favorite—salted caramel truffles, with a brittle top, something Maya teased me for calling “Larry’s poison”. I popped one into my mouth, savoring that rush of sweet and salt, letting it anchor me for a second

"but I'm so happy. I've never been this happy. I love you, Conall." His eyes brightened with happiness. "I'm just so in love with you, kitten."

"Did it sound like a request? I command you to give me Akana back!" Sidastir met the eyes without looking away. "I'm starting to become jealous of Akana. Why such love for the half-finished product? I can give you so much more than what he can," the creature took a look on Sidastirs's face before he burst into laughter. "You look as if you've eaten something sour." The laughter died away, and the creature sighed. "I hate sour things. I am particularly fond of sweet little things ... Back to the darkness, I suppose."

We both leaned in at the same time and took a bite. The moment the hot sauce hit my tongue, I grinned. It was exactly as good as I remembered — sweet, tangy, with that perfect little kick. But Nyla’s reaction was even better. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she let out a little surprised moan as she chewed faster, fanning her mouth with her free hand. “Wow, it’s actually really nice!” she said, nodding enthusiastically, still chewing. “Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!”

"What?" "Why do you make me feel so giddy?" he asked, making me smile while trying to contain my excitement. Then, after a moment, he said, "I love you." My heart seemed to skip a beat hearing those words from Josh. I froze and momentarily couldn't breathe properly. I felt a slight deafening sensation, even though his words echoed in my ears. "I love you, Yannie. And I'll make sure to let you feel that every day," he added, completely melting my heart with his words.