Strawberry Cookie X Gingerbrave Novels & Stories

And at the very centre lay the forbidden gift. Parisa tried and failed to contain her smile at the sight of the bright red fruit. Swollen and fleshy and brimming with a unique sweetness she could already taste at the back of her tongue. “Thank you for the meal,” she said, looking up at her caretaker with gratitude, “and the strawberry!” “Hush now, eat it first–” “I’ll eat it last.” Yarrow arched a brow, “what if one of ‘em walk in on you? Want us both to be whipped?”

I want to show Reese and everyone I can stand by her side. Darius smiled, patting my shoulder, as he put the cupcake in front of me. “Ginger is brain food, and a sugar boost can’t do you much harm if you plan to read all that boring shit.” He teased, gathering his things. “See you at the Christmas party.” He waved, leaving me in the teachers’ lounge with my books.

Vasha took my half eaten bowl to the stainless steel sink as I finished my piece of bread. “It tastes kind of like oatmeal. I loved it.” Buckwheat was a new oat for me, but the honey and strawberries added just the right amount of sweetness. I wasn’t sure how to tell Vasha I didn’t really feel much like eating lately. “When I stay with my dad, I usually cook our meals.” She rinsed our dishes as she spoke. “He’s really busy. Always flying to different cities and countries...when he’s home for a few days, I like to come over and bake. Have you tried pryaniki?” She glanced over her shoulder questioningly, and I shook my head no. “They’re delicious gingerbread cookies. With special Russian spice

The woman gestured towards the table; covering it was a collection of different flavored cakes. "Cake~!!" Forgetting all about her sandwich, Maria's heart pounded with excitement, sweet-tooth aching, craving to try a sample. "Up first is my delicious strawberry lemon cake!" Charlotte picked up a small round decorative cake covered in pink frosting, adorned with slices of strawberries and lemons.

She scrunched her face up "what do you mean" "well you know the two braids that you see the white girls wearing" she nodded her head "well those are called cornrows not boxer braids or any other name they tried to give it; and Kim Kardashian didn't invent them. I mean I have no problem with white girls wearing them, just don't try to say some famous white girl invented them" "I understand now girls at my old school used to say it was because white girls looked better in them, but I knew that was a lie"

“Thanks for keeping my head on straight, Anthony.” “No problem. Now, back to my issue. What’s a good substitution for gingerbread cookies?” “Gingerbread cake,” I answered as I texted my ex. Jonathan: I’m calling the cops if the boys aren’t home by 6:00.

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”

I knew that I shouldn't give up on Ginger, but he needed to know that my ego won't let me. Ginger can be so mean. Bad Ginger! Bad Ginger! What did you think of this chapter? Don't forget to vote too🥺 I love you all😘

The cookies were huge, with a strong spicy fragrance with just a whiff. “Did you buy these gingersnaps?” Jasmine took a piece and bit into it. She said, “It tastes good.” Serenity hummed in acknowledgment. She took one herself and said, “Let me try it. I didn’t buy the gingersnaps. Mr. Charles gave them. He said it’s his hometown’s specialty. Someone from his hometown visited and brought him the cookies, so he shared some with us. “It does taste great.” Serenity agreed with Jasmine after tasting the cookie.

I stood off to the side and continued to watch the chaos ensue. Each of them got a cake and rushed off with their prize like a couple of children. I stood there trying not to laugh as I shook my head. Briar walked up to me with his cake and took a bite. His eyes closed and he hummed at what he was eating. I could see the happiness written all over his face because of what he was tasting. “So what is that?” I asked. “A huckleberry swirl. It's a potato flapjack with huckleberry cream frosting. It’s amazing. Do you want a bite?” Briar offered me a taste.