Strawberry Cake Anime Novels & Stories

Napapangiwi pa ako nang makita ang pangalan ng mokong na iyon. Cinderella:Blueberry muffins and strawberry shortcake. With two milktea. "Seryoso ba siya?" mahinang bulalas ko matapos basahin iyon. Mamumulubi ako sa lalaking to at– "Blueberry muffins and strawberry shortcake. With two milktea." pagbasa ni Manager Anne sa message na kaagad ko namang inilayo. Tumawa ito kaya sinamaan ko siya ng tingin.

"Trust me, love. I won't. You know, I just can't help it! Strawberry cake just tastes so good, and it has always been my favorite!" "Yeah! And I couldn't even understand what's so special about Strawberry cake that you love it so much more than Chocolate cake!" He grinned at me softly and nodded. I continued watching him dearly as he enjoyed his favorite cake flavor. Now, watching Trey from a distance happily eating Strawberry cake like I used to watch Noah doing the same before, it's like Trey has become even more of a huge mystery puzzle to me that I need to solve. And to be able to do that I have to find answers to all the questions in my head!

“Since you’re awake.” Faline unwrapped it to find a candy cake made of honey and malt sugar strings and filled with nuts. She glanced back up at Iwaoka with a quizzical expression. “This wasn’t on the list.” “No, but I do know it’s one of your favorites," he gave a toothed grin. He was clearly pleased with himself for getting her something she liked but didn’t ask for.

"Cassie, I have all the strawberries ready." As she spoke, she looked over at the milk carton before picking it up to give it a shake and bringing it close to her nose to sniff it. After confirming that I hadn't secretly added more milk, she shot me another suspicious look. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught everything she did. It seemed like she didn't just want to harm me, but she was on guard against me, too. After the cake was baked, I suddenly asked her, "Did you pay for the strawberries already?"

Ella spotted me at the front and immediately pouted, complaining, “Celine, look at Alpha Leon! He insists on making me eat foie gras. I’m getting fat from him feeding me!” Leon didn’t even look at me. He gently wiped the corner of her mouth. “Be good. Finish this and drink your milk.” The chatter around me fell silent. I met their awkward gazes, still smiling as I guided them to their seats. Once everyone was settled, I took out my phone again and continued arranging my ferry ticket. At some point, Leon appeared behind me. He glanced at my screen, his tone puzzled. “A ferry ticket? Who are you booking that for?”

“I’ll get you every flavor and shape too.” “No. Just this one.” “The rabbit shaped apple buttercream strawberry flavor?” “Yes. Deal?” He stretches out a hand. “Deal!” I beam up at him. - Later in my room. After a long refreshing bath in healing potions, I return to my desk to eat the cake. I carefully undo the wrapper then set it onto a plate. “Thank you for this food.” I take a bite of its ear and that taste explodes in my mouth, making me groan. Wooooow!!!

And then there was the cake. It dominated the center of the main table like a jewel on display. Three tiers high, frosted in shades of pale green and ivory, accented with delicate sugar lilies and golden filigree. At the very top, a single number 7 candle stood proudly, glittering faintly. The cake was strawberry flavored, Evalie’s absolute favorite, and I could already smell the faint sweetness wafting through the room. It was… majestic. Fit for a princess. Fit for my princess. Guests had already begun arriving in droves. The room buzzed with the chatter and laughter of children, most of them Evalie’s classmates, their parents trailing behind them.

“I’ll go back for Annie’s and mine.” Samuel stared at his dessert with obvious reluctance. I glanced down at mine—vanilla cake with a pale frosting, decorated with a sprig of mint. Barbara had clearly gone to considerable effort, though her targeted distribution seemed strange. “Dad doesn’t like strawberries,” Annie declared loudly once Barbara had left the room. “They make his tongue itchy.” “It’s fine,” Samuel muttered, poking at the cake with his fork but not taking a bite. I inspected my own dessert, remembering a conversation I’d had days ago while baking cookies with Annie. “Is this vanilla?” I asked, wrinkling my nose slightly.

The display included leaves and sakura flowers, as well as some that resembled transparent jelly. As the savory aroma from the back production area wafted through the air, Akiko's mouth watered wildly. The smell came from the rice being pounded to make mochi. "Is there nothing you want? Nothing you like?" Kenji bent down next to Akiko, examining the cakes one by one. Kenji wasn’t fond of sweet treats, so all the appealing shapes didn’t attract him much. However, he enjoyed watching Akiko’s enthusiastic reaction. "It’s not that I don’t like them; the problem is I want them all," Akiko said, pressing her hand against the glass, unsure of what to choose.

"I got rid of all the strawberries." Evelyn stared at the guy in astonishment. She had always loved strawberry cakes, even when she was a kid. However, she never liked the strawberries. That was something only the people closest to her knew. She wondered how the stranger in front of her could know that. She also wondered if that was just a coincidence or if they had met somewhere else before. Dennis saw the cute, surprised look on Evelyn's face and chuckled. "The strawberries in this cake are especially sour. I thought that you probably wouldn't enjoy it, so I decided to help you get rid of it. That didn't upset you, did it?"