Butter Book Novels & Stories

I tap on the open page in front of him, and he looks down. "Oh fuck!" He exclaims, shutting the book and he looks at the cover. ‘NAUGHTY BAKES AND TREATS’ reads the title. And I can't help but burst out laughing at his expression. "What the hell is this book even doing in the kitchen? I don't know who to blame, Xander or Alexia and Ashton?" "Don't be embarrassed, Alpha Arkham. It's cute as fudge," I giggle as I wink at him. And he joins in, shaking his head.

An idea suddenly clicked in his head. “Why don’t you brea$tfeed her instead?,” he said smugly feeling proud of his idea. “What!,” Sharon almost choked. Benedict walked into the huge mansion whistling softly. A maid came forward and collected his briefcase while greeting him. He watched the maid go as her mini skirt sway sideways. Then he shook his head frowning at the fact that he was just looking at a maid lu$tfully. He walked into the main sitting room and was very relieved to see both parents there.

Peppermint has always been my favorite smell. Javier looked at me, “You like the smell of peppermint?” “Sí, my mama, used to put in my hair When I was young.” I sat in the tub. I looked down into the bubbles to avoid contact with Javier. “Did you know about my sister and meter?”

After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

I said to him. “Everything is on the second shelf by your right child,” he said and left the kitchen quickly. I guess Luciano scared him away. I wriggled out of Luciano's grip and walked towards the shelf by my right to the second shelf. I took up my book to check all that would be for the butter ice cake and brought them all forward. I mixed the flour, sugar, baking powder, vanilla extract, and salt in a large bowl. I put in some eggs, milk, and vegetable oil and began to beat with an electric mixer on low speed until it became smooth.

"Let's start with appetizers." June's midnight blue orbs scanned one of the hard back books that weren't open yet but laid off to the side of the desk, picking up it's title in the process; FOOD FOR ALL. Written in lowercase alphabets beneath it were the words; well detailed cook book, a must have for every chef. She reached forth and grabbed the book. Almira too lost in the book she had to notice.

“ Calvin asked, raising his eyebrows. The three of them stood before the batter disaster which Amanda had created and watched as it produced bubbles and rose due to the acidic texture of the buttermilk, and then it deflated. Obviously, she put in more than the recommended amount of baking soda. “C'est une catastrophe! Why does she even use the book when she doesn't follow the instructions written on it?" Drew asked his brothers. Calvin shrugged his shoulders. “That's the least of my worries. I'm just enjoying the entertainment," he laughed. “Evidemment!“ They all chorused as they burst into laughter.

The sound of sizzling butter against the old cast-iron pan provided a rhythmic comforting backdrop to the quiet kitchen. Margaret Harper stood by the stove, flipping a golden-brown grilled cheese sandwich with an old wooden spatula while the evening news anchor droned on from the small counter television set.

Baking cookies wasn’t as easy as it looked—especially for someone like her, a complete kitchen rookie. But she had plenty of time to waste. So what if she made a mess? Following Leif’s instructions, she carefully gathered the ingredients: flour, sugar, eggs, vanilla, and a big block of butter. When she finally got to the mixing stage, she glanced down at the slab of butter and frowned. “Um… Mr. Vexley, how exactly are we supposed to cut the butter? Cubes? Slices? Or like… smash it and pray?”