Baking With Amy Novels & Stories

They don’t fuck in bathrooms or against windows or on counters. They don’t whisper “mine” while coming inside each other. I hugged my jacket tighter, the night air cold against my flushed skin. I wasn't too surprised when I walked into the kitchen and found Amy there, hunched over the blender and tossing in the ugliest fruits I'd ever seen. (Mother nature forgive me) She lifted her head, her lips curving into a smile that never touched her eyes. Sharp and practiced, the kind of smile people use when they want you to know they’re winning.

“You don't have to be jealous, you both are good in different ways, and you don't have to copy him cause you're good and he's good. And if you ask about what Jade always do, whenever he doesn't know how to cook a certain dish, he goes to the YouTube and search up recipe he follow the steps and get the food correctly and that's exactly what I did, I checked all the ingredients we have at home, and search for the food that fitted that ingredients perfectly, I didn't want to make something you cannot eat so I keep it simple cause everybody likes bread, and that's exactly why I made it and also made coffee for the both of us” “Amy, why do I feel like I do not want this moment to end?” I said smi

The maids didn’t object. After the maids left, Amy and Mandy had the kitchen all to themselves. They baked apple pie, strawberry cake and peanut butter cookies for hours while dancing to some music on Amy’s phone. One wouldn’t say they did a clean job, as the entire kitchen was a mess with both girls covered in flour.

the girl said and walked beside Jin. Jin smiled. “Okay!” he said without any thought. The two kids arrived where Amelia and Damian were, along with Arthur, Zelena, and their 12-year-old daughter, Rea. “Your pie remains the best, Mrs. Castillo” Rea commented as she took a bite of the blueberry pie that Amelia baked herself. “Thank you,” Amelia said with a bright smile. “What about my pie?” Zelena said while pretending to be hurt. “Mother, your pie may not be the best but your cheesecakes will forever be my favorite!” Rea said and hugged her beloved mother.

Radit asked, to which Amanda immediately nodded. The man smiled sweetly until he walked closer to his woman. Just as she was about to make a sound, the sound of the toaster disrupted all intentions. Amanda quickly turned around to refocus on her original activities. "These are for Ayra," Amanda said after taking out the finished biscuits. "The flavor...is a bit different because I added a little carrot." Radit nodded in understanding. His mouth was already wide open as if giving the code that he was ready to receive a bite from his wife's hand.

Amy returned her smile before focusing on Reynolds again. "I'll inform the gardener, Mr. Harrison to help you with that." "Thanks," Amy said. "Have a nice meal," Mrs Nora said and exited the room once again. On her plate, Amy dished herself some steak and fries with some parsley sprinkled on top. She loved her fries with ketchup so automatically her eyes scanned the table for the ketchup just like she did in her father's house all the time. Unfortunately, there was none on the table. She realized Reynolds had begun eating and was in awe that he had not added any ketchup. Personally, she thought whoever ate fries without ketchup was strange. "Um... don't you eat that with ketchup?" Amy asked

, Amory says to her, but she just shrugs. We took one last quick dip in the pool before heading back to the apartment. Amory is in an odd mood as she heads into the kitchen and starts baking while she's also cooking dinner. Like baking from scratch… See, fucking ideal wife material! When Spencer shows up, I’m playing on the couch with Stephany while Amory is prepping dinner to be served!

Both of them looked at each other, amazed at how similar their thoughts were. “Not quite, but the same,” Darrion said, a big smile was plastered on his face. Jai nodded. “Similar, but not entirely different.” Both guys chuckled at each other. Then Jai felt his side being pulled, so he looked to his right and saw Amy standing there. Her reddish twintails had some flours covering them, with a patch of flour on her right cheek and of course, her hands. “Are we ready to fry the next batch?” Amy asked. She was in charge of bringing the meatballs to the fryer.

“Fine, sweetheart. But don’t blame me when I find much better ways to pass the time.” It started innocently. At least, it was supposed to. Amelia had every intention of making something simple, cookies, maybe. But Adrian? Somewhere between measuring the flour and cracking the eggs, Adrian decided to be unbearable. The moment she leaned forward to reach for the flour, his hands found her waist. “You sure you want to do this?” His breath was warm against her neck. She inhaled sharply, determined not to let him win. “I’m baking. You’re just here for moral support.”

Harper asked, “Have you eaten, Amy? Why were you out so late?” Amy set her bag down and replied with a smile, “Didn’t Star and Night say they wanted me to properly thank someone? So, I went to do just that.” Mrs. Harper blinked in confusion. “Thank who?” “Mr. Lewis. I brought him some herbs to make a medicinal broth to help him recover his energy. Their cook didn’t know how to prepare it, so I ended up cooking. Mr. Lewis arrived just as I finished, and he invited me to dinner. He even gave me some cakes to bring back,” Amy explained as she sat down.