Hunter X Hunter Cakes Novels & Stories

The cake itself is chocolate but the top is split into two sections, one for each boy; Tyler picked out 'Spiderman' and Tristan picked out 'Superman'. "Um, the fridge is fine for now; thanks for picking it up Steven," I say to him. "Happy too," he responds, placing it in the cleared out spot in the fridge.

A laugh escaped her as she quickly got dressed. A few minutes later, she hurried downstairs and entered the kitchen. The basket of honey cakes she had spent all afternoon baking sat waiting on the counter exactly where she had left it. The sweet scent immediately filled the air. Caelan had always loved honey cakes. She wanted to give these to him as a way to show that she would always take care of his needs, both physical and sexual. Carefully lifting the basket, Lyra headed for the door. The evening breeze greeted her the moment she stepped outside. Lights glowed throughout the pack lands as wolves gathered to celebrate the final night of the Mating Festival.

“Ew, shortcake? My name is Pippa, not shortcake, but you don’t even have to call me that. It’s best if we just don’t talk at all. How about that, Mr. Hunter?” The smile on my lips isn’t forced. “I don’t care about your name, shortcake. I’ll call you whatever I want to call you. The nickname fits.” I look her up and down. I’ve got to have at least a foot on her, and I think the little pair of pink cowboy boots she’s wearing generously give her a few inches. The cake part is just for fun. It fits. Two of the three times I’ve had the displeasure of seeing her, she’s had cake with her. The little cake embroidered on her T-shirt only sealed the deal for the nickname. “But for the record, Mr. Hunt

She was impressed, he could see that in the way she couldn’t stop gawking. He laughed. He wouldn’t begrudge her amusement. He had had the same reaction after the Black Hunter had been renovated. Black Hunter was one of his favorite toys and watching her jaw drop at the sight of it gives him so much pleasure. Cathy couldn’t help herself. As a Ptakallis wolf, once condemned by the goddess to live and scavenge the woods for a living, she and the rest of their stray pack barely knew the comfort of luxury. That was, until Maggie, heiress to the Dark Storm empire had been reborn not far from their home. Crazy as it was, she had never been on a plane let alone a private jet before so pardon her if

Mind ( rolling his eyes) : I didn't make you say anything. Heart ( smirking) : I knew you'll admit you are attracted to him. No, no, no, no. To distract myself, I went to open the fridge to get some juice when my eyes fell on a cake. Chocolate cake. I'm sure the last time I checked we didn't have cake. And aunt Sasha would have told me if she made any cake. I looked towards Xander. "We have a chocolate cake?" It was more like a question. He looked back at me and then at the plate of cake that I was holding.

When Caesar runs over to show him a drawing, Hunter freezes momentarily before awkwardly complimenting the colorful scribbles. Caroline shoots Hunter knowing glances every time he appears, as if they're sharing some private joke. "Time for cake!" Caroline announces after dinner. The chocolate cake is perfect—rich and moist with dark chocolate frosting. Caesar helps me blow out the candles, his little face glowing with excitement. "Make a wish, Mummy!" he insists. I close my eyes, but instead of wishing, I find myself thinking of Hunter—wondering why he's here, why he keeps watching me, why my skin feels warm every time our eyes meet.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

Try to calm down dad. -- Are you working at Morgane's wedding? -- Yes mom. I serve food and drink to the guests. -- What? What are you telling me Cassandra? You are not a maid to serve food to people at a wedding ceremony. Besides, you're only 16 years old. Come home right now and that's an order.

Even though he cleaned my entrance. “So, would you prefer if I feed you? Or —” “I can do it on my own.” “Right,” he flashed a peace sign at me and smiled so wide to the extent that it disappear his eyes. There’s pizza on the table, fries, strawberry flavored ice cream, dulce de leche, ube cake, and spaghetti. Yep. Many to tell. But they look small on my view. Don’t ask me why. “Amanda?” Hunter called my name. I look at him and raised a brow. “Yes?”

Hunter smiles from ear to ear, grabbing the plate with the cake and taking a fork full of cake to his mouth. “Hey! That's Abbie’s cake. I gave you some earlier, put it down.” She says, pointing at him and making him pout. “But,” “Put it… down, Hunter Black or there will be no chocolate chip cookies for you tonight.” He gasps, pouting and putting the plate down. “Good boy. Bye, Abbie. I'll make sure to save you some cookies ok?” she says, making me chuckle. Ok, I officially like her. She's so sweet.