Fiona Cakes Novels & Stories

Greg inquired; his face drooling over the cake. Tiffany shrugged and said, "I don't." Then Tiffany pursed her lips towards me. "Etheral did the majority of the work; I'm just here to help her with the oven and other similar, basic tasks." Greg lusciously eyed the cheesecakes that Tiffany was covering up so they could cool properly. "Can you tell me what kind of cake that is?" Greg questioned, seems to be excited to taste it. Tiffany gave me a look. "I think it's a chocolate, peanut butter, and caramel cheesecake, but I can't remember the exact name after all this time," I replied, tilting my head in thought.

Jessie walked over with a smile, "I bought a cake, do you want it? Strawberry and melon-flavored." Fia's small hand holding the block of wood paused for a moment and quickly went back to playing her own. "If you guys don't want to eat, then I'll put it in the fridge." Jessie carried the cake box and walked towards the kitchen. Fia could not help but quietly look at the exquisite box in Jessie's hands and swallowed her saliva. She went in front of Felix: "Brother, why we have a cold war with them? I want to eat strawberry cake."

Lucas elected to skip the cream tea due to the one they had eaten an hour before and carried a tray with the other three items to the table that Flynn had picked out. By now Flynn had taken off his coat and was looking around at the photos on the wall. They were mostly of instagram style photos of cakes. “Do you like looking at shots of instagram worthy cake?” Lucas asked as he set the tray down carefully. Flynn changed his attention to him and then the cake. “Death by chocolate is their best selling cake? I’ve found it’s easy for people to overdo the chocolate and it ends up tasting very sickly instead.” Lucas picked up the ice cream float and put it in front of Flynn and did the same with

Raina asked, her eyes lighting up as she practically bounced on the mattress. "I did," Nathan said with absolute corporate seriousness. He set the clipboard down and opened the bakery box, revealing four beautifully sculpted miniature cakes. "The pastry chef from Upper East Bakers sent over the prototypes for the... monster cake." "It’s a dragon!" Raina corrected loudly, pointing at a tiny green frosting wing. "A chocolate dragon!"

o0o After putting the cake in the refrigerator in the yacht's kitchen, Fiona Forger curiously strolls around this luxurious private yacht. From the kitchen to the library, entertainment room, and living room, she explores every corner and can't help but marvel at its elegance and extravagance. Of course, this yacht's value is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Sheen put the platter he prepared, it's a composition of modern desserts in the modern world he came from, Some mini Leche flan, cinnamon rolls and mini cakes that he baked of course of the help of his shadow guards who beat the eggs for him. 'RM Is indeed the best, he beat those egg whites into foam for just five minutes.' Kana wanted to giggle on that thought. "Wow, these looks delicious." The ladies said but, hesitance is evident on their faces. "I can sense all of you wanted a taste but thinking that I might put something in it. Let me it first." Kana said and randomly get mini cake in his hands and eat it without hesitation. Then Sheen poured tea for him. "It's safe." Kana chuckled foll

BOOKS 1 & 2 Hazel Valentine is an eighteen-year-old who was raised by her wealthy aunt and uncle because both of her parents are deceased. At nine, she begins drawing portraits of a young man, whom she thinks is just a figment of her imagination, but as soon as she turns eighteen she is not only drawing his portraits, but she begins having realistic dreams about him. Nobody knows about this dream guy but her best friend, Gabrielle. When Gabrielle's older brother, Gerard, comes for a visit with his girlfriend, Chastity, Gabrielle's curiosity gets the best of her when she fixates on a man who was in a photo of her brother and his new girlfriend. Realization hits and Gabrielle shows Hazel the

Instead, I scoop up an even bigger bite and shove it in my mouth, smearing chocolate across my teeth, and smiling at him. He shakes his head, the sound coming from his throat one of disgust. I have to mark that as one small victory for me. “Would you like a piece, dear?” Mother asks Fiona. I know for a fact that Fiona loves Mother’s chocolate cake. She’s been talking about it all afternoon. So when she says, “Oh, no thank you. I’m still full from the stew,” I wrinkle up my nose and prepare to tell her how horrid it is that she’s let Garth’s comments influence her.

“What can I get you? I have… waffles.” He chuckled and my heart did a little flop. He was so easy going and easy to talk to. He was perfect but I still felt it, that little wedge in my heart that prevented me from falling head over heels for this guy. “I guess I will have waffles. Who made them?” “I did!” Fiona called out, stepping out of her room with her packed back, a flowery maxi dress and a bright smile on her face. “It is my famous recipe. You must try one.”

Unlike Ria and Piers, the second and third tier of Delano’s were not great when it came to academics, she thought wryly. Jamie beamed at Bianca as she prepared to leave and whispered, “I asked Mumma to bake your favourite mini layer cakes,” The whisper caused Bianca to whoop in joy. St Just, who was with her, smiled indulgently. Bianca had now taken a liking, and that was putting it mildly, for mini layered cakes, particularly those layered with lemon curd or raspberry filling. And her toppings were sometimes bizarre choices, the fillings being Fruit preserves, curds, or compotes. Proserpina Delano dutifully prepared them, adding her touch; fully frosted and piped with rosettes, swirls, or s