Fiona Cakes Novels & Stories

“Blow first. It’s hot.” She did, took a sip, and her face lit up like sunrise. “Auntie! This fruit tea is better than the one at my home!” Elijah jumped in. “That’s nothing! Mom makes matcha cakes too!” Caleb added, “And butter cookies and those soft cloud things.” “Chiffon cakes,” I corrected. “Clouds,” Elijah insisted. “She’ll make them next time.” Myra’s eyes sparkled. “Next time?” “If you’d like to come,” I said.

she folds her hand together. "So which one you loved the most?" Jenna inspected all three cakes with her eyes. "I will give my vote toward the second cake. It goes well with your fairy-themed garden wedding." I gave her my opinion. Looking at the second cake, I think they can put something like a fairy light maybe, around the cake. Or put an illusory light?

After breakfast, Fiona She went to the supermarket to buy food and meat, saw that there was a shell of a dumpling, she thought, and brought back two boxes. Fiona had never packed dumplings herself, in fact before going to college she didn't like to eat dumplings, later on, because Julia Regina I love dumplings so much, so Fiona also slowly accepts dumplings, but never actually packs a dumpling. "Uncle Paul Henry, do you know how to cook frankincense?" Fiona Put the purchased items on the table, hesitating to ask a question.

"That's it? No blood sacrifice or chanting at the sun or consuming a live chicken or anything?" "Well, there are my hot crossed buns." Ceara smiled. "I also make a darn good sprout salad, lamb, and lemon cake." She paused. "No blood required." "Huh." He scratched his head. "I don't know what I was so worried about." Fiona strode to the door, flicking a finger at him. "There's your live chicken."

Kyla Eclipse is the true-born daughter of Beta Albert Eclipse of the Moonveil Pack. At just five years old, tragedy rips her world apart after a bandit attack leaves her mother dead and Kyla lost in the woods for ten years. There, she is taken in by Wynona, a mysterious witch who teaches her forbidden magic and warns her to guard their secret with her life. One day, when Kyla is fifteen years old, she stumbles upon a flyer with her face on it. It also has the name of her pack and a map to find her way home. She says her goodbyes to Wynona and makes her journey back to her father. But the pack she returns to is nothing like the one she remembers. Her father has remarried the cruel Claud

Warning: 18+ This book contains strong adult language and mature themes; rape, abuse, and racism. Read at your own risk! Pebbles Hemington is a biracial young woman who is being victimized by a man she refers to as the devil. He despises her because of the colour of her skin. The abuse becomes even worse after the death of her grandmother. Proceeding to her college days, she meets and falls in love with a remarkable gentleman, they eventually get engaged. Things are going great until the devil shows his ugly face again. What will happen to Pebbles after she is beaten and left for dead by the devil? Will her guardian angel finally save her or will she succumb to the claws of th

“It's okay, Diana. That's because of the treatments. Now that you are awake, I tell Fiona to make something for you?” Diana's eyes lit up with childlike excitement, and she suddenly clapped her hands together. “Cake, Ava! Cake, please!” I chuckled at her request, “Of course, Diana. I'll talk to the chef and ask her to bring you some cake.” Diana beamed, “Yay! Cake! Thank you so much. It's been a long time since I had a taste of good cake. Please make it strawberry.” I jerked, and I even heard Giselle's gasp at her strings of words.

"Oh really?" "Yeah." "What did you prepare?" He pushed her towards the counter. "Foccaia. It was the easiest, and then some rolls and muffin tin cakes. I didn't want to make anything with ingredients you might not like. Like chocklate cake." "You remembered?" She muttered, staring at the counter decorated with steaming pans of bread. "How could I forget such a travesty." She laughed. "Can I dig in?" "You are who I was waiting for. Here we go."

“This is my sister, Diana Winnington. Do take good care of her, okay?” Since things had progressed to this point, Diana had no choice but to play along and distribute the cake she bought. “Hello everyone, I am Diana. Pleased to meet everyone.” But no one came to receive her cake. “Is that the cake she bought from the café downstairs?” “Yeah, the packaging and cake designs are the same.” “I don’t want any of that. What Kayla bought is way better! Those are cakes from Michelin-starred bakeries in Richburgh. One cost as much as ten of what Diana bought from downstairs. I don’t care for her cakes.”

So he just gritted his teeth in annoyance and grabbed a scone, squeezing it so hard that it crumbled in his hands. "Kion, have a taste of this strawberry, say ahhh~" Fiona leaned over Kyra and stretched her fork as far as she could towards Kion. Expectantly waiting for him to obliged with her request but Kion was being so cold towards her. He did not even turn to look at her. He just sipped his tea and stared off in the opposite direction.