Romans & histoires Coco Calypso Strawberry Shortcake

"Now, hurry up." "There, done," Cedric said as he stood up. "Let's go, loser." “What shall we order?” Kian muttered under his breath. He was struggling a bit because he’s never heard of such flavors before. ‘Spongebob bar? Iced Coconut? Choco Taco? What are these flavors? Don’t they have plain vanilla ice cream?’ he thought in his head. “The Choco Taco is my favorite, mister!” A cute voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked down to the direction of the voice and stared at the little kid who made the suggestion—a little kid that looked so much like Zeth.

The waiter returned to collect our utensils and plates. "Um I don't know if I could finish it." "Its fine, we can share." Jason smirked. "Can we have a Coeur a la Creme with Caramelized Strawberries?" "Yes, I will be back with your dessert." The waiter turned on his heels and disappeared into the swaying doors which led to the kitchen. "Umm is that good?" I had to ask because I had no idea what it was or what was in it. "Dont worry, you will love it."

For a long moment, he said nothing, just stood there, lost in thoughts. Then he turned around and said, “I’m waving the white flag.” Four pair of eyes widened. Killian pulled out his phone, tapped somethings on the screen, and held it up. The quadruplets leaned forward. A picture of four giant ice cream tubs filled the display. Alessio gasped. IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS…? Matteo leaned closer. VANILLA COOKIES… Leo covered his mouth. MINT CHOCOLATE… Rocco’s soul visibly left his body. IS THAT RAINBOW SORBET?

"Thank you, Cullen. As we continued savoring every bite of the meal, Carla made her entrance. She was holding a tray with beautiful plates with a slice of chocolate cake on it, and I could already smell the rich cocoa aroma that wafted off it. The cake slice was adorned with fresh strawberries on the side, making it look even more tempting. As Carla approached our table, I stared at the cake slice in awe. The dessert looked like a masterpiece, as if it had been created by a world-renowned pastry chef. The cake's surface was smooth and shiny, and I could see the layers of rich chocolate cake and creamy frosting through the sides of the slice. The strawberries on the side of the cake were plum

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.

he says, I gasp and shake my head, "I want to share with you, Daisy. Choose one. You said there’s more.” "No way, I made them for you. I want you to eat all of them," I say with a frown and a stern voice. I point at the one he's holding, "Look, this is cherry and cream flavor, like the crepes I made you that first day we met. This one is green apple and caramel because Liam always asked for that when he was younger and I remember you would steal the remains. This one is strawberries and chocolate, because you love those. This one is a lemon tart, which is your number one favorite dessert. And this one is white chocolate and coconut because... well, because I love that flavor. I've been obses

Although there are only a few people inside, the cashier greets me happily as she welcomes me. "What are you looking for, sir?" She asks. "Do you have strawberry cake?" "Yes, but unfortunately, sir, it's per slice now. So there's no whole cake." I nod as she explains and putting where the slices are. I view that there are only 3 left. Arthur might like it as well so I can buy them all. "I'll take them all, and can you give to of these." I point my finger to the flavored strawberry macaroons. "Ok, sir, I'll put them in a pack. Just go to the counter and pay for it now while we are preparing it."

The place smelled like butter and vanilla and cinnamon, like somebody had taken comfort and given it a physical form. A chalkboard behind the counter listed specials in Liberty’s looping handwriting: ROSEMARY SEA-SALT FOCACCIA BROWN BUTTER COOKIES LEMON TARTS “BAD DECISIONS” CHOCOLATE CAKE — ASK LIBERTY WHY Liberty stood behind the display case, hair in a messy half up twist, flour on her cheek like a signature. She saw me and lit up. “There she is!” she called, loud enough to make a man near the window glance up. “Dr. Death and Glory!”

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.

Zenios’s sapphire eyes were shining brilliantly under the light of the candles. “Carlie! You’re finally here!” Zenios’s eyes lit up when he saw Charlotte. “I ordered this birthday cake to be custom-made, I know that you like the strawberry flavor the most, so I’ve asked the chef to specially add strawberry juice into the cream of this cake. I’ll cut you a piece.” He picked up the knife and fork and was about to cut the cake, but his wrist was grabbed by a tiny hand in the next second. He raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction. “Miranda, what are you doing?”