Xiao X Venti Novels & Stories

He replied “Okay! I get it, it's still noon so I'll send Tyler a pin so he can find the hotel" Xyla said, then he added "Yeah, I'll set everything up including food and drinks” "What's his favorite wine and dessert?” he asked "Crimson Berry and maybe some sweet pie" she said "Alright! Sounds good, just do not let him know I'm paying for it, just let him know that this is all your doing” Xandros said to his sister before he walked out of her room.

The wine was not spicy, but with a touch of sweetness as it entered the mouth. When Xiao Chen looked at Su Lianyue again, Xiao Chen could not help but feel a bit of pity. The wine was sweet with seven parts and three parts bitter, and he felt a bit grievance after drinking. Su Lianyue gently smiled and said, "This is Xiangfei Tears. Can the taste be justified?" "Xiangfei Tears?" Xiao Chen has never been heard of this wine before. Yi Tong smiled and said, "Come again."

Eve said defending me and Max nodded. "Is it possible to forget this kind of thing?" Ethan asked Max while Max tried to make him shut up. "Max will order for me." Eve said gesturing to max and the waiter turned to face max who smiled. "I'll take iced caramel latte, double drip almond milk, no vanilla extract, six pumps of sugar, extra ice, add honey and cinnamon powder put whipped cream too, venti." Max said and I looked at him with wide eyes. Can he really drink that?

Violet runs her own interior design company. I headed up to my room, in much need of a pillow scream match. When I was done, I took off my scarf before heading down to get myself some food. While I was waiting for my noodles to finish up in the microwave, my phone rang. It was Westley calling. “Hey Wes,” I sighed, answering the phone. “You gave Six a shiner?” he chuckled.

She always felt that Oreo and Xavia did not have a good relationship. "Oreo is Xavia's dog. We need her consent," Joseph replied. Chloe sighed. She knew that Oreo was Xavia's dog, so they needed her permission to bring it away. In the evening, they arrived at a rooftop restaurant for dinner. The ambiance was enchanting, with the soft glow of two flickering candles casting a warm light upon the table adorned with a vibrant bouquet of red roses. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of delectable food, enticing their taste buds and setting the stage for a memorable evening.

Game on. I lean toward the open window, projecting my best customer-service smile even though no one can see it. “Hi! Yes, I’ll have a venti iced white mocha with six pumps of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle on top and inside the cup, cold foam with an extra shot of espresso blended in, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on the foam. Oh, and make it oat milk, but extra creamy. Wait... no, scratch the oat milk, go with coconut. Actually, half coconut, half almond. And can you do the drizzle in a heart shape? No, a spiral. Wait, both.”

The toddler had officially lost the car seat battle; he was now securely strapped into the back of the minivan, his face pressed against the glass, expressing his absolute displeasure loudly enough that Scarlett could hear the muffled, vibrating version of his tantrums right through the heavy glass of the SUV's windows. She pushed the car door open, the cold air hitting her face like a slap, and walked across the asphalt toward the brick building. Xavier was leaning against the side of a noisy, brightly lit vending machine. He turned his head the moment he heard the crunch of her boots on the gravelly concrete. He was holding two cardboard cups of generic, machine-dispensed black coffee. Wit

I was partially grateful but as I experienced something new, I had only wished, as I always did, that he was here watching me do so. The anticipated drunkenness crept up on all of us way faster than the champagne at the museum did and with that, came non-stop babble about aimless topics like favorite types of bread which somehow led to our honest opinions on sex toys. Nancy went on a tangent about which kind she preferred, letting us and the table next to us know that rabbit vibrators are transcendent, promoting a true self-awakening. Nicolas prefers sourdough. Sometimes Focaccia. Ending the night on dessert, the chef

Gemma asked as she grabbed her black Jimmy Choo wallet out from her designer bag and looked at her cold friends. Maddie fixed her blonde hair, putting it back into place after the wind had blown it around. She sat more comfortably on the black and green couch, sinking into the red pillows behind her. She looked up at Gemma as she grinned “I know what you want” Gemma smiled “You coffee fiend” “Hey, what can I say, a Piccolo Latte completes me” She sighed dramatically “I don’t know how you drink that stuff!” Cindy shuddered “Could I just have a Green Tea, oh oh no wait; a organic ginger peach white”

I asked looking down at my phone to see I had a message from Roxy Roxy🦋: so how is it 👀 Me: we aren't even at the restaurant yet calm down 😂😂 "We're going to that new Italian restaurant PiaSana" "I'm pretty sure you pronounced that wrong" I said laughing "Mane what ever you know what I meant" Zzzz Zzzz "Who is that Roxy or Te texting you" Cam asked glancing at me "Roxy" I said playfully rolling my eyes Roxy🦋: is it a date