Steven Universe Cake の小説・ストーリー

I continued, holding up the chocolate ice cream still cold in my other hand, “it was this. Chocolate cake, ice cream, a flower… and this card.” Steve’s gaze fell to the card, and before I could even react, he reached out and snatched it from my fingers. “Hey…” I tried to pull it back, but he’d already unfolded the paper. His eyes ran over the words. Then he read it out loud. “To the girl who caught my heart without knowing… enjoy this little treat until I find the courage to say it in person.” When he finished, he snorted and shook his head. Zayne leaned in, peeking at the note over Steve’s shoulder. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, his voice thick with disbelief.

For the cake he selected a recently made chocolate fudge cake and warmed it up in the microwave with an extra helping of chocolate fudge sauce. “Are those sugary chocolate abominations for your dearest?” Steve asked as he loaded it all onto one tray. “They are,” Lucas confirmed. “I’m going to be unavailable for a while. Let me know if you desperately need me- we’ll be round the back.” Steve waved merrily at him and gave him a thumbs up. Lucas wondered why the biggest supporter of him and Flynn was a 45 year old chain smoker. He put the tray down behind the counter and retrieved it after fetching his own coat. He wasn’t willing to freeze outside with only his uniform on.

I exaggerated. “ I would throw you both out if taking care of you to the maximum wasn't a direct order,” Steven muttered as he tried his best to keep his cool. “ So what are we going to do?” One of his henchmen inquired. “ Get her enough strawberry shortcakes to shut her up,” Steven shook his head as he gave the command. This apparently played out well but the biggest move in the game was when the snacks are being served. After some minutes which felt rather long since we had no means of checking the time, the strawberry shortcakes were brought in. Chloe was given a box and I was given a box, perfect.

“Yeah, him. Well, I laundered a suit for him – one guess as to what he needs it for, the poor chap – and when we were chatting I mentioned that it was my daughters’ birthdays coming up. The next day he pulled me aside at training, said he had something for me after, and then he gave me this as a thank you.” “But where did he get those ingredients?” asked Stephen. “I’ve not even had a loaf of bread in months,” he shuddered, “let alone enough wheat and sugar to make something like that.” I rolled my eyes at him, relieved by the normalcy of this conversation. “Luna Amelia. Isn’t it obvious?” “Poor, lovelorn numpty,” sighed Cin. Then she clapped her hands abruptly. “Anyway, chop chop. I want cak

This idea was actually suggested by the girls themselves but never had they cursed themselves to death the moment Stefani finished that damn cake. They still remembered what Stefani looked like back then. "Anyone wanna taste it? I think it's still missing something though... I wonder what it is," Stefani asked them with a frown, pondering hard as she stared at the cake she just finished baking. She was carrying a plate where a sliced cake was put on. The slice wasn't even done in a good way, but that wasn't the problem, what was troubling about it was the color of the cake! The moment they saw its greenish to blackish color that resembled shit, the girls definitely felt like puking. Luckily,

After that, I rushed to the bakery two blocks away from the restaurant. I bought some cheese and raisin bread. Steven once said that he liked the cheese and raisin bread at this old bakery. He said that the dough of the bread was distinctive and the smell made him hungry. I agree with his statement because when I opened the door of the shop, the smell of the bread that had just come out of the oven tempted my smell so much that I went crazy and got two boxes of bread. One box for Steven, and another box of cheese bread for me and mom. According to information from one of my coworkers, Steven’s house is quite far from the restaurant. However, I could get there by taking one bus ride and stopp

Mrs Dante asked her face brightening up "Yes" Daisy immediately agreed, she had never seen Steven in any of an old picture, Mrs Dante went away for a few minutes and came back with a huge photo album, She sat next to Daisy and opened it showing her little Steveat whst was his 9th birthday, Daisy could not contain herself as she began to laugh "He sure did have a glow up" she said, the boy in the picture has messy hair and was fat which was totally the opposite of Steven, he had a really dramatic glow up, she thought

I put cream and sprinkles on the top of the cake. I placed the plate on the table near him and said, "It's a microwave cake out of our menu. I don't know how to cook so i made a little treat." I took a seat and started to eat. "It taste good." "Because it's a readymade." He smiled and said, "Steve was asking me to take him to a restaurant recently after seeing delish pictures of the food online. When i looked it up, i came to know that the restaurant belongs to you. I didn't know how you will take it if i bring him suddenly that's why i came here to…"

I laughed and hugged Nick, Jack, and Max. “Thank you guys so much. This is too much. It’s not even my birthday, and I got the cake I have always wanted. Thank you.” I beamed at all of them. They all smiled at me, and I was about to cut the head of the unicorn when Damian said we should take a picture. I agreed, and we all lined up, with Max on my left and Damian on my right. I cut the unicorn cake’s head, and we all enjoyed the cake while conversing. Marco was not only good at cooking, but he was a great pâtissier. The cake was made of strawberry cake, and it was delicious.

"What's the appetizer?" “Pumpkin soup. I think you must be thirsty." Steven took the champagne from the ice cube bucket. He then opened the seal and let the champagne foam slide down from the mouth of the bottle and wet his hands. “Delicious champagne.” He said while licking his hands. Blakely saw Alessia looking disgusted at how Steven smirked at her. He would even be as disgusted as Alessia if she was stared at like that. “We must toast to the success of our collaboration, Nickson.”