Coon Hunters Cake Novels & Stories

she asked, trying to steer the conversation away from her. "Did you cook something?" Hunter asked, his eyes drifting to the mess on the kitchen’s preparation table. Flour dusted the counter, a pot lay abandoned in the sink, and the faint smell of burnt food lingered in the air. "What are you hiding? Judging by the chaos here, it looks like you’ve been cooking. Is that what you’re trying to hide behind your back?" His sharp observation left Aleah scrambling for words. "Just so you know, you don’t need to hide it. I already saw it," Hunter said confidently as he reached out, gently taking Aleah’s hand and retrieving the plate from behind her. The dish he now held bore a striking resemblance to

Hunter observed her keenly. "If you'll kill me then your family and you would die along with me," She said and he nodded his head. "I see, and how would that happen?" He questioned, already annoyed by her unnecessary emphasis. "Remember the steak you tasted. How was it?" She asked innocently and all the amusement was wiped from his face as those intense eyes turned into cold glaciers. "What the f*ck do you mean?" He growled. "Did you not find it fishy? Me cooking for everyone? That steak had a magic potion in it and I made sure everyone had it," She said as Hunter restrained himself from killing her then and there.

Considering these men were hunters, they didn't seem too well equipped or skilled, it took mere minutes to knock them all out long enough to get them back to the cell room. But still, we kept our wits about us as Kiko and Del led ahead to make sure there were no other hunters waiting to intercept us on our way back. But nothing came... no arrows, no gunshots, not even any hooded figures running through the trees. I could see both of them reach the castle doors waiting for them to be opened. As the guards opened only one, I could see their frowns of worry as they spoke to Kiko and Del. Perhaps they were just as surprised as we were to find out we hadn't managed to take down as many hunters as

SERA. The funny thing about assassins is that we're great with knives, poisons, and making bodies disappear... but frosting? Not so much. The cake on my counter looked like it had been through a car crash. It had lopsided layers, and one candle was leaning to the side so badly, it was practically trying to escape. But I was proud. Because it wasn't a weapon, it was a birthday cake for my husband. In the midst of all the chaos that Black Scorpion had caused, how could I forget my husband's birthday? Especially when it was a day worth celebrating?

As they entered, the smell of cream filled the air, a sweet scent permeating the atmosphere. “Pick whatever you like. I recommend their cream puffs and chestnut cake—they’re amazing.” Diana released Kevin’s hand gently. Kevin stared at the array of cakes in the glass display, his eyes sparkling with happiness. He deliberated for a while before choosing a cream puff and a matcha cake. Diana bought the chestnut cake she had been craving. As she placed the cakes on a tray, she took out her membership card. Just as she was about to pay, a hand stealthily placed a mango pudding on her tray.

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.

“This one is supplies. Just look over it and add to it if you need anything. You have a week before I send it out. Last stack is a request from a wolf pack for help. Seems their members are being targeted by hunters.” I nodded, picking up the first stack and settling back into my chair. I could see Kacela hovering near the door, dressed in jeans and a hoodie and her hair braided down one shoulder. She had the hood up, hiding her face. Dex told me that Dali told him that Kacela was self-conscious about her scar. Julie turned to leave the office and Kacela stepped aside to let her pass. Julie was having none of that. She stopped directly in front of Kacela and looked at her.

“Are you fixing this tournament for the Hunter’s Moon night?” “Yes, precisely. It will align with the midnight summit of the blue moon,” Rahl confirmed. “My sole focus is to prepare you to face Kathleen. She’s the most formidable warrior in the tournament and general to Lillian.” Emory’s expression tightened at the mention of Kathleen. Of course, it had to be Rahl’s ex-lover. She pulled away, but Rahl caught her arm again, drawing her back against him and she didn’t fight him. “Stop running away from me, Emory.” Like a physical force, the heat of his gaze pressed her to stay, and her mind went utterly blank. Now, they just stared at each other. Her mouth opened and closed a few times but not

The wooden tables were fashioned specifically for the events of The Hunt, having been made years prior and stored in an underground, unused dungeon in between hunts. The girls looked around in awe. They were dressed in simple summer gowns with carefully embroidered hemlines, their slippers dainty with solid soles fit to mingle in the grass. They took an assessment of the tables within their view and settled on an order in which to visit each place. “Roasted meat and vegetables first,” Kate mumbled and the other two agreed as they set out across the yard toward the tables piled high with food fitting for the welcome feast. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to try everything, there’s just too much

"I worked some emails while waiting for the service of Dr. Luanne. We talked, we regressed, I cried, she promised that next week we would start with a new treatment in response to the new memories, and she gave me a birthday gift keychain. Colton called, wished congratulations, and said he would deliver my gift tomorrow, on Monday. Natalie also called, but to let you know about my trip to Washington next week. Normal and boring, as always. Satisfied?” "Super" ironicizes him. Hunter catches me staring at the cake and releases a winch as he takes the shape of my eyes. For a moment I think he will waste the food, throwing it in the trash, but it's worse than that. He digs the cake with a knife,