Shut Em Up Shortcake Novels & Stories

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

I sighed. “ So what's the plan? ” “ The plan is rather simple. All I need you to do is cry for your strawberry shortcakes, ” I beamed. “ Strawberry shortcakes? ” Chloe was both surprised, confused and excited. I guess that's the result of excess sugar. “ Yes, so it's operation strawberry shortcakes! ” * * * *

"You were forced to endure some hardship today. I haven't done everything I can to avenge you yet. I'm going to continue dealing with them once tonight is over." "Thanks, Uncle Shawn. I'll be taking my leave now. I don't want to bother you or Aunt Katie." I waggled my brows at him before leaving the venue. I didn't expect to run into Sheryl outside, assuming that she had already left. Sheryl looked terrible. According to the butler, both she and Hunter had forced themselves to finish all 100 plates of cake. They had to force themselves to throw up to make space in their stomachs when they got too full, but they managed to do it one way or another.

To someone else, Caine looks calm but I could tell from the steady clenching of his jaw that he was pissed, if not royally. "So-sorry. What would you like?" "I'd like to report you to your freaking manager but from the looks of it, you need this job so you had better quit eyeing your customers." Mark reddened uncomfortably at Caine's words. "Give me the coconut flavored one." Immediately, the guy set to work, scooping our ice creams into a cup. "Thanks for coming. Have a good day." Mark murmured. "You too." I smiled at him which made Caine shake his head before giving Mark a look that said don't-repeat-yourself-again.

Several minutes later when I finally came out of my room, the spot I’d left the two gossip queens was empty and before I could look any further, Shortcake came in through the front door, smiling but as soon as she raised her head, she looked at me, that smile slipped from her face. She looked away as she walked into the kitchen. I followed her. “What was that you did earlier?” I asked angrily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She replied as she opened the refrigerator. I closed it back, blocking her against the refrigerator with my large body. “You surely know what I’m talking about. I asked you not to mention it to mom and you promised” “I didn’t promise anything,” She argued. “Rea

It's cold as hell, but the jolt to my system does wonders in waking me up. I've gotta make a plan, and I've gotta make it fast. Do I stay in Bowling Green, or get the fuck out? I'm looking for a sign of some sort. As I watch the road leading to the apartment, I see a SUV come to stop in front of it, before turning in, and someone I've been thinking about since last night steps out of the driver's seat. "Shortcake!" I yell from where I stand. She glances up, shielding her eyes from the sun, before giving me a frown. "You might wanna put some clothes on, you're giving the entire neighborhood a free show."

The car suddenly pulled to a stop and I forced my lips close as I turned to stare at him, my heart beating widely. “You talk too much for someone so little, shortcake.” He said as he turned to look at me, his eyes boring into mine. That nickname again. My heart didn't exactly flip this time. I just realized that it sounded more like an insult than an endearment. ‘Shortcake’. It was obvious; Damon Blackwell was making fun of my height.

Shawty on the other hand was at a loss for words. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” Emily said, her face had become worried. A desire to explain everything to her came upon Shawty but she suppressed it. “I’m about to take on another client. I don’t know for how long. I might not be able to visit you,"she began. “I came to say goodbye.” Emily’s eyes began to tear up. Unsure of what to do, Shawty quickly tried to save the situation. “But once I’m done. I’ll quit but only if I finish it. I have enough money saved up. Although we might have to withdraw you from this-“

That the nick of time and close to losing makes it more exciting the same way she feels during their missions. The boys just shook their heads in surrender. Noting that there is no one with normal interests in their family. Quinn has his car fetish while Ed has his tattoo shop surprisingly operating legally. Though the money he used for it is another story of course. Ed comes to her room at midnight, hungry. Raiding the fridge for food while Ace talks rubbish irritating him even further. "Good I just baked a turkey in the oven."

"The project at the South Isles is going to end soon, Summer. When are you returning?" I took off my snow goggles and smiled. "Tomorrow." It was Mom's death anniversary next month, so I needed to return to visit her. "Alright, then. The case you reported to the higher-ups earlier about the unauthorized mountain excavation at the old settlement has been quite the sensation. The culprit has been apprehended and sentenced to three years in jail. His name sounds familiar—Benjamin? Benjamin Gray, I think. "I remember him having the same surname as your fiancé, and he's a history professor, too. I can't believe he would do something like this…"