Angel Cake Strawberry Shortcake 2009 Novels & Stories

Such a selfish maniac. As I reached the kitchen, checking the fridge if there was something for me to fill up my beloved stomach. And I found a cake. I was baffled by the pink cake, sitting in the center without a box to cover it, surrounded by milk and fruits. A pink cake which I believe a strawberry flavor with cherry and shredded chocolate on top as a design to make the cake more attractive to eat. It has a number 3 and happy birthday Celine, standing still on top of the cake.

He attempted to tilt his head, but I moved to the side of the table and swayed my hips back and forth while making screeching sounds on the it with my fingers. Ace heaved, averted his gaze, and took a deep breath. I groaned a little as I sat down and spread my hands to allow him a better look. I was dying to see his reaction even though I was trying to look normal the entire time. I started with pancakes, drizzling as much honey over them. I took one and put it in my mouth, spilling the honey all over my right breast. "Oh," I murmured and put it away. I wiped it with my pointing finger, licking it sensually and displaying him my cuppy breast in the process.

One mouthful-sized mille-feuilles stacked with caramel shards. Zero F’s Given Macarons in all flavors and colors. All with their own placards. Every guest laughs, every guest whispers, and I make sure the photographers I invited capture it all. A cake stands on a pedestal near the terrace doors, lit like a shrine: three tiers designed like a broken wedding cake. The top, deliberately off-kilter. In lacquered chocolate across the front: JUST SERENA. Haylee finds me at the kitchen island as two bartenders shake martinis in tandem and the room vibrates on my favorite bassline.

Lava cakes resting in ramekins. Shortbread cookies dusted lightly with powdered sugar. Caramel tarts glossy and rich. Ava stared at our station. “That’s illegal.” Alaric folded his arms calmly. “We followed instructions.” “You made a whole menu!” “We are efficient.” Malik tasted one of our shortbread cookies. His eyes widened. “Okay, that’s unfair.” Zendaya sliced into her red velvet cake. Perfect crumb. Denise presented her éclairs with quiet pride. My dad placed his cake at the center.

I chuckled, “Of course you can.” We mix all the ingredients and pour the batter into pans and I put them into the oven. As the smell of the cake fills the house, Max comes running downstairs, “Whatcha cooking sis?” I smiled, “We’re baking a strawberry cake with whipped white frosting and sliced strawberries on top. Call it a pregnancy craving.” He smirked, “I’m glad you’re having cravings that the rest of us would like.” Calista smiled, “She knows she doesn’t want to eat the whole thing by herself, so she’s making it for all of us.”

“Oh…I had no idea.” “And her daughter’s turning sixteen today, is that not exciting.” Angela sighed sadly. “Very exciting.” “Is something wrong sweetie?” “Wrong…no,” she said with her eyes kept on the hot, most delicious looking strawberry pancakes she had ever seen. Milk was poured all over it, brown sugar was used to decorate the thin flat cakes and five big juicy strawberries were placed on them. The pancakes were pink and looked heavenly. “Is it okay if I deliver it to them?”

Angela didn't utter a single word when she heard the door closing. Glancing over her shoulder she found a tray of food on the bed. Angel walked over to it as she sat on the bed. Her eyes moved to the contents on the tray, a bowl of freshly cut fruits, toast, omelet, pancakes with Nutella, two cake slices, one was chocolate, and the other one was cheesecake, along with orange juice. She had the cake first and it was yummy, a bowl of fruits followed, and one by one she ate all the things. She didn't know she was so damn hungry.

Millie cheered, moving her face towards him as Massimo used a napkin to wipe the icing off her cheek “Can we choose this one, mommy, please?” “I thought you already chose the strawberry cream.” Alice laughed “We have to decide soon. We don’t want to cause even more problems for the bakers, who will already need to make such a big and beautiful cake in such a short time.” She pulled up photos of multi-tiered cakes and hundreds of sugar decorations, all underneath the outline of what would be their real wedding cake. “And I thought you liked the walnut filling with lemon cream.” Massimo reminded her, making Alice blush. “Uh... Yes, but... If what Millie wants is chocolate, then...”

After that, I went out and sat on the sofa. The flavor of the cake is chocolate strawberry. I felt so happy and like a child because it was my favorite. There was a knock on the door, and Aliona immediately peeked in and raised the plastic milk tea. "Milktea for you!" he said and closed the door. "My ex was right. It looks like you've just eaten, ah!" I nodded. "I just woke up. What flavor is that?" "Hmm...strawberry oreos." It reached me.

Angelus replied Cersei warmly while telling the counter attendant the quantity she needed. "Coming right up!! The counter attendant said to Angelus warmly while bringing the Buttermilk Pancakes and Chocolate Milkshake out. "It's 50 box (50$) The counter attendant said to Angelus warmly while giving her the Buttermilk Pancakes and Chocolate Milkshake. "Here! Here you go." Angelus replied the counter attendant while giving her the 50$. "Thanks." The counter attendant thanked Angelus warmly while smiling brightly at her. "Cersei! Ain't you gonna get yours??" Angelus asked Cersei curiously because she wasn't making any orders.