Candy Island Flapjack Novels & Stories

Only two executives are left until we reach the top of the food chain. I hear the sounds of machines as I look over at Kendall's side; sparks of blue light appear on or off as she works on another one of her crazy gadgets. I went through my head, figuring out the purpose of the island Eva purchased. She calls it Paradise Island, a small island off the coast of the Caribbean. Our air support captured the island unseen, and it only captured a small hut and no visual of Hugo or Eva. "What the hell is on that island?" I mumbled. I rub my head before my brain can be fried from all this thinking.

Pagosa Cliffs was 5,000 feet higher than Vegas. While the third set of cakes cooled, Milli cut white fondant flowers to put over the red fondant for her pineapple and coconut filled spiced-rum cake. The cake would look like a Hawaiian print shirt. She crumb-coated the cakes before laying the red fondant over them and smoothing it. She wished she could let the cake chill longer, but she was running out of time. She glossed the flower cutouts and pressed them on. Adding the final touches in white royal icing, Milli rotated it on the turntable, then moved her red and white creation to a cake box. “Good morning, Emily.” She tapped Emily on the nose as the little girl made a gurgling sound as she

Fany Adrian bought two pink confectionery. The shape of the sweet food is like a cloud. Big enough for the two of us to eat. "It is done, right? Can we go back to the apartment?” asked Adrian. His words left me speechless. "So all the way here, just buying confectionery?" Annoyingly, he even chuckled while holding me, until he sank into the sea of ​​​​humans. Carnival music resonated with the laughter of visitors. So many stalls selling food, clothes, and toys. One that caught the eye, a merry-go-round ride. I always ride it when there's a mass market in Glendale, this time it's bigger.

Columba Rajadi took one of the four pieces of moon cakes and smelt it for a while. “This is coffee flavor, isn’t it?” Columba Rajadi was full of curiosity what flavors of moon cakes Queenie Qamra had baked. “Yeah… That brown one is coffee flavor… This green one is green tea flavor… The orange one is orange flavor of course… And this red one is pinky rose flavor… Hope you’ll like them… Some of my maids have tasted them and they said they liked them…” said Queenie Qamra still enthusiastically. Out of a sudden, there came Apollo Frias from behind his wife. Without being realized by those two women, Apollo Frias had been standing behind his wife.

I hired a team to serve the canapes and other finger foods. Not to mention my own range of personal desserts. The menu is my mischief. I designed the sweets and named them with a wicked smile. There are Break the Chain lemon tartlets with a sable so crisp it snaps in perfect silence. Fresh Start pavlova kisses… one-bite clouds with passionfruit seed popping scandalously on the tongue. Signed, Sealed, Delighted profiteroles dusted in edible gold. Freedom Bites. One mouthful-sized mille-feuilles stacked with caramel shards.

For drinks, there was champagne, soda, and water. There was an ice cream bar with numerous flavors since Myra had suggested it. And of course, there was the giant wedding cake. Freya spotted a bowl of jelly beans and discreetly put her hands into the bowl and pulled out a handful. She picked up a brown one that looked like toffee and nearly spit it out. “Groose. Earwax,” She thought. After everyone had eaten their fill, the chairs and tables were moved out. Someone started the music. Myra had gone out of her way and chose the latest pop songs.

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

I closed my eyes but never slept because all I could see was those deep black eyes that were darker than the universe. Days passed. We began to organise our team. We filled in all the documents and sheets that were given by the headboard. Chris was a technology expert. So things, we're easier for us. We also learned a lot about Camp Atlantis. This was not a mere teenage camp, it was a camp to train secret agents against illegal activists!!! This week completely changed our lives. We went for the lectures of the headboard to learn its history. We were trained with Marshall arts which we girls were weak. But to our consent, Jake was selected as the top warrior of the batch.

he repeated, "Of course not! Your aunt forgive me. Do you know how happy I am right now? I don't know what I would do if she would not forgive me. I know how important she is to you. So yeah, what do you think pudding? Santorini, Bora Bora, or wait..wait..- Bali, that's a pretty pla---," "Miguelitos." I interrupted him. There was a short silence and then Flynn spoke again,"Is that a new Island, because I have never heard of it before." I bursted out laughing. "No, it's a pastry. Aunt Lydia loves it a lot. If you want to buy her something buy her a box full of Miguelitos and not a ticket to an expensive Island." "But, I want to spoil her." Flynn whined on the other side of the line. "You'll h

Ashton asks, and I smile at him. “Cake..” I say one word, and he is immediately on his tablet. “Colors? Tiers? Flavors?” “Dusted colors. Isabella’s favorite flavors are strawberry, milk chocolate and marzipan. Tiers and looks are up to you. We’ll need enough for the pack and guests.” “Enough to feed an army. Gotcha. I know exactly who to call and what to do. Do you mind if I bounce?”