Fiona Cakes Novels & Stories

“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

“Ms. Wilson, I brought you cake” Fiona who is drawing shapeless forms on the floor using dust, raised her head licking her dry lips. Cake! Cake! Oh god! Her favourite Cake but she’ll lose the battle if she surrender now. Wait a minute! How did he know that she likes cakes? Or was it a coincidence? She crawled towards the door as she is feeling weak and placed her ear on it. He’s not here. “Who sent you?” Aurora knew Ralph wouldn’t like if someone says about what he does so she lied.

"I can't do this no more. I'm leaving you, Rupert Peter Myrie," Tasha said, her heart thudding in her chest. He turned, locking his eyes with hers, but she didn't flinch. Rupert snorted softly, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he approached, each breath husky, each movement heavy until he stood just an inch away. "Tee, you must be really angry for you to be calling me by my full name." "Stick to the point," she said, turning her face from his intimidating gaze. "I want to end things with you." Her voice trembled, but she forced the words out. He closed the space between them. "You want to end things with me?" His voice dropped. "Who teaching you this 'strong woman' crap?" He wrapped

At that moment, the front doors open and two men come in, carrying a large cake. “You even got a replacement cake! That was so fast!” Chloe beams, her smile stretching even wider. She drags Fiona over to the cake as the men set it on the main table. Fiona helps them get it set up, unknowingly becoming the center of attention. “Quite a remarkable assistant you have,” someone to my left says. “She’s cool-headed and oh, it seems that she’s about to be poached by another company.” My eyes immediately find Fiona, who is talking to Mr. Rane, the CEO of a rival company. He gives Fiona a business card, smiling as he talks with her. Fiona shakes her head, says something back to him, and goes back to

she says as she shoves a cracker in her mouth. I grab a mini sandwich, turkey and cheese with a little bit of mayo, and take a bite. Fiona has always been good at making food, even if it was just a basic sandwich. She always knew how to shop for the best ingredients. The fresh flavors of the produce danced in my mouth and smiled, satisfied. “Good, right?” She chuckles, taking a sandwich for herself as well. “So, what else has been going on?” She asks through her mouthful of food.

The maid stood perfectly still, not stepping back, not even blinking. Fiona watched with suspicion, but Carissa merely pointed at the cakes and said, "These pound cakes are Prince Rafael's favorite. Please take them to the main hall for him." The maid lowered her gaze and replied softly, "Yes, Your Grace." She curtseyed and left, her steps steady and deliberate, without a single wobble. Fiona couldn't help but chuckle. "Lady Carissa and Prince Rafael are truly affectionate, aren't they? Even after a spat, she still remembers His Highness likes pound cakes."

Mature Theme. 18+ Kitty, Cassie and Cherry are your average teenage girls, except they are all sporting secrets of their own. Cassie is having problems at home with her stepmother, plus her father barely talks to her. Her life seems pathetic until she meets Mitch, a mysterious boy with glowing eyes. Kitty is, well she's just a sl*t who likes to sleep with any and everybody, but her life changes drastically when she starts to hook up with a dangerous man who lives alone in the woods. He refers to her as his mate and gets upset if she lets another man touch her. And Cherry — Well, she knows all her friends' secrets because Cherry is not only a hacker but the future head of the W

I turn on my barstool to find the source of the commotion. And there she is, Fiona, the Lycan Prince's wife, with her usually somber demeanor completely shattered. She's teetering on the edge of a barstool, her cheeks flushed and her laughter bubbling over like champagne. Drunk Fiona is a sight to behold, so different to the woman I saw at the Queen Mother’s banquet. In her inebriated state, Fiona has decided to give a presentation about her perfume line to anyone who will listen. With unsteady grace, she approaches random patrons, tapping them on the shoulder, and insisting they listen to her pitch.

Nothing and nobody was stopping me right now. My heart sped up as I followed Ava's voice to the dining room. "...must be coming any minute. I want everything to be perfect. No, bring the brownies right now, not the cake!" She sounded stressed. "Tessa! Did you check the ptichye moloko cake? Has the icing frozen yet? It has to be perfect! It's his favourite! It has to be perfect!"