Pastry Cookie X Red Velvet Cookie Novels & Stories

" Charis yelled. "I love you both, thank you." Looking up at them, I said. "We love you as well, baby." Let's eat some cake now." Jenny stated. I set aside my gifts and amused Jenny and Charis by cutting the cake and giving them each a piece. My favorite cake was red velvet, with buttercream frosting and chocolate ganache. Charis, Jenny, and I continued to talk about what was going on in our lives, including Travis and Charis's relationship, which is now official.

I loved that. "You sure you don't want to come over?" she mumbled against my jumper as I patted her hair softly. "We haven't been to visit the infamous Red Valley bakery in a while. The place might go bankrupt soon since we haven't bought those amazing cookies in a hot minute. I swear, we're all that keeps them in business." It was difficult to say not to Raven, especially when she tempted me with cookies from the bakery. But, I couldn't go. I was busy figuring out Deshawn. As soon as I got rid of him, I could have all the cookies I wanted

I look down at the bowl in my hands with wide eyes. Noelle appears first then Lucia, I can see a slight smile on her face. Their eyes rake over the counter; brownies, muffins–cappuccino, vanilla and chocolate– ravioli, apple dumplings. Now currently in the ovens, mixed flavors cookies, blueberry pie and a cake. Xander appears and looks at the counter too, "Is it too much?" I ask, I'll just share some with everyone. The girls reach out to the pastries but I stop them, "after breakfast," I tell them, Lucia gives me this look that says hypocrite but I ignore it.

She would leave it to the staff to set the table at the end of the meal because she wanted privacy at that moment. In the end, Kath didn't turn out to be so clumsy in the kitchen, as she had made a perfect petit gateau, and this is not such an easy dessert to make. The sauce was also homemade and had turned out just right, and the mint ice cream from a leading brand complemented the heavenly treat. The "cherry on top" was the Amarula liqueur they had in the main room of the apartment, where they listened to music and talked, and they made love at the end of the night.

Perhaps there wasn’t enough powder in the food? “Alright, I think it’s time for dessert,” Rosie clapped her hands in excitement as she reached for the cakes. The maids took away their dirty plates and changed them to clean ones. “Sierra and I had too much fun with the cake mix, we made three different types of cake!” On the edge of the table lay a marvelous spread of cakes and freshly cut fruits. Rosie walked around and gestured to each one of them. “We have Red Velvet, Belgian Chocolate, and I heard you like vanilla, so this is dulce de leche,”

In front of everyone, he offered it to Emily, "Try this? The best cake in Sandviken." Emily internally scoffed at his childishness but accepted the cake without a change in expression. Having only eaten lunch that day, she was famished and didn't care whose cake it was. Besides, she was a stranger to this group and unlikely to cross paths with them again, so she wasn't bothered. She tasted the cake, finding it delightfully soft and sweet but not cloying, perhaps the best red velvet she'd ever had. Undeterred by Ronald's public slight, Haley Bertie even smiled at Emily, asking warmly, "Do you like it?"

Before going to bed, finish the Red Velvet I bought especially for you. Who knows, after this, you may no longer taste the cake I gave you. Tristan Quartararo.

Jars of honey and what looked like an entire roasted pig. "Marl, this is too much food." Kaelithra licked her lips slowly. "No such thing as too much food!" Marl pulled out a wrapped package and opened it to reveal the most beautiful pastries Kaelithra had ever seen. "These are from the royal baker. He only makes them for special occasions but I paid him triple to make a batch quickly just for us!" Kaelithra picked up one of the pastries and bit into it. The explosion of flavor in her mouth was so good she actually closed her eyes and made a sound that was borderline inappropriate.

“Told you. Hidden gem. No paparazzi, no gluten guilt.” We were barely seated before the owner, a cheerful woman with curly grey hair and frosting smudged on her apron, brought out four little sample plates: red velvet, chocolate truffle, strawberry swirl, and vanilla bean with raspberry center. “Okay,” Lucas said, grabbing a fork with childlike glee, “no judgment if I make inappropriate noises while eating.” I laughed. “As long as you don’t cry over cake, we’re good.” Red velvet was first. Moist, creamy, not too sweet. Then the chocolate truffle—so rich it should’ve come with a warning. Lucas groaned dramatically.

"I am sorry I can't pick you." "It's fine, I can go." Red replied. "Okay then, call me when you will reach home." He said. "Yeah, I am leaving." Red said, getting her stuff. She was about to cut the call but he asked, "By the way Red, do you love Chocolate cake or chocolate pastry more?" "Chocolate pastry, why?" She asked, leaving. "Because I bought it for you." He said and when Red came out Erich was standing in front of her with a grin and a rose.