Cake X Loser Novels & Stories

Let's see how you explain that to your family. Her face was gloomy, and her eyes were cold. With that, she stormed off to chase after Matthew. However, she seemed to forget that while the marriage pact between the Coleman family and the Lowe family was hard to break, the Coleman family had more than one daughter. The buzz of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. It was a message from Matthew. "Christopher, so what if you've got the Lowe family behind you? Tessa will always side with me. "I guess you'll be spending Christmas alone in your wheelchair. You're just a cripple. Do you think you can compete with me?"

Her cheeks were pinkish as if she came from a hot bath, and her lips are sexy in red. "Stephanie, hi" Jon patted her right cheek with his. "I am so in love with this place, come, join us." She invited him and handed over a glass of vodka. He was speaking to her when Alex, approached the three. "This is the head organizer, Steph." He touches Cathy's shoulder, "Cathy, remember, she was with your team earlier." Stephanie replied, "I know, of course." she suddenly saw Alex behind Cathy. "Oh, hi there," Alex immediately looked at Cathy as she turned to see him, and looked at Jon. "Sir, I was advised by Andrew to come here." "I believe you can take care of her?" she was referring to Cathy. "Come o

Sabrina crossed her arms in front of her chest and said in a pompous tone, “Yeah, I despise you, so what? Can’t you bear some criticism now, you loser?” “Everyone in college knows that you married Claire and became their live-in son-in-law after graduation! A miserable loser who couldn’t even afford a decent meal in college and a toyboy after graduation! How dare you come looking for my help being such a big loser as you are? Who do you think you are?”

She asked with a trembling voice, "Changed? How?" "Maybe you just grew up." I brushed it off, stood, and headed to the bathroom. Behind me, she let out a shaky sigh of relief. "I made breakfast for you, Mateo," she said later, leading me to the table. She was waiting for a compliment. I looked at the spread. The table was covered in an oily, greasy breakfast. I smiled. "Quinn, the doctor told me to lay off greasy food and eat healthier." I glanced at her, faking concern. "You've been really forgetful lately. What's going on?"

I feel our tail wag again. "My name's Leonder, but my friends call my Leo" He starts rubbing the sides of our face. There's nothing in his eyes but adoration and contentment as he stares into Honour's dark blue eyes. He glances back over at his jeep, it's still running and the driver side door is wide open towards the road.

"Uncle Gerald, Aunt Diane, I'm already living under your roof. You've been so kind to me. So what if Clara says a few sharp things to me? "Please don't be angry anymore." Playing the victim to get her way had always been her favorite trick. Her fake meekness was nauseating, but my parents fell for it every time. My father grabbed the bamboo switch again and pointed it at me. "Look at Jenna, then look at yourself. When will you ever be as sensible as her? When will you stop making us worry?" I stood there numbly. Before we were sent away to that remote school, Claire and I had already realized we could never win against Jenna.

The delicious aroma of freshly baked cakes and croosaints along with strong coffee hit Delia. “I would like some jam tarts and two big slices of chocolate cake please.” Delia pointed at the things she had chosen while the lady expertly bagged them up for her. Delia paid and left the shop, looking both ways she crossed the road and got back into her car. Checking her phone she saw she had no messages or missed calls from her husband, assuming he must be busy with his next meeting, she smiled to herself. She was going to surprise him tonight with a meal and the news of becoming parents. She knew how excited he would be to finally be a daddy.

"Damian! Since when do you invite strangers to eat with us? Did you ask me first?" I gave a dismissive shrug. "No thanks. I have things to do." Honestly, I did not know why she still acted so smug. Clara had already filled me in on their situation earlier. Apparently, after I left, both Damian and Waverly had been fired from their jobs for 'improper conduct' and the negative attention their scandal attracted. Since then, Damian had been selling boxed lunches on the street to support their family. Waverly was, as always, a handful. Clara said she fought with Damian every other day and threw full-blown tantrums whenever things did not go her way.

Xander smirked and Serenity fought back a chuckle. “Best out of thirty wins, the loser gets to make the loser do whatever they want for an hour.” It was only after the words were out of her mouth and Xander’s face contorted in lust that Serenity realised the implication of her words. “I- uh…” Serenity’s cheeks flushed red. Alexander cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with her, “Let’s just say the loser has to cook the winner dinner, yeah?” Nodding furiously, Serenity blew out a shaky breath and brought her hand out in a fist in front of her.

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