Strawberry Crepe Cookie Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Yeah, you’re right man. Let’s go.” They went to a cookie and pastry stall that was run by a certain ElectricaLogic. A girl was there, and she had thick-rimmed glasses, freckles, and a bright smile. She also had wavy hair that was colored a pastel pink and purple. “Hello there! Do you want some cookies? Maybe some cupcakes?” said the girl in a perky yet non-shrill voice. “Or maybe you want some strawberry juice? Being thirsty isn’t all that fun, you know.”

“You look like you’re about to marry it.” I ignored him, peeling back the seal. The scent hit me first—warm vanilla, caramelized sugar, and the faintest trace of white chocolate. It was intoxicating. Inside, three glossy pastries sat perfectly aligned on a soft linen base, each one shimmering under the office lights like edible jewels. I gasped. “She actually did it…” “Did what?” “She made it exactly like the photo she sent me earlier.” I pointed at the golden drizzle curling across the top like ribbons. “Look at the precision, Damian. It’s art.”

It’s quite wonderful. Brittney giggles and shows me a silly snake she’s colored. It has its tail wrapped around a big ice cream cone to hold it up so it can lick at it. She’s colored it bright blue and the ice cream is colored light red. “Strawberry,” I say with a smile. “Your favorite.” She nods happily and says, “And yours is butter pecan, but if anyone ever comes up with butter pecan without the nuts in it, it will be your favorite of all time.”

The smell of damp grass, the cold wind hitting my face and Jaden's made this moment even more perfect. He said he would have to sort out some things later, so he decided we would have a super romantic morning to start our lives over. He hands me a bowl full of chocolate strawberries and I bite into one, only to find it's smothered in a creamy chocolate treat. "What is that?" I ask as I moan in pleasure. "Candy. It's actually strawberry, wrapped in a sweet called brigadeiro and a light semi-sweet chocolate crust." He explains carefully. "What is brigadeiro?" I ask.

"Eat slowly. I'm not taking it from you, Brittany." "This is my favorite food." She smirked and put a big piece of french toast in her mouth. Her mouth movements were fast and excited. There was white whipped cream at the corner of her lips mixed with strawberry sauce. Rafe looked at her like he wanted to lick it then put Brittany's lips in his mouth. It must have tasted as sweet as the french toast Brittany was enjoying. But better, because it contains Brittany's sexy lips.

I ask, looking the refrigerator. "Strawberries please. Do you want me to cut them?" He asks, grabbing a knife. "That'd be great, thanks!" I say, flipping the crepe. 15 minutes later, Sylvester and I finish adding toppings. Sylvester takes a few pictures, and then we eat. I watch Sylvester take a bite, and he pretends to gag. "Stop..." I say laughing. "It's amazing, Amelia. You are a woman with many talents." He says. "Thank you." I say bowing.

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

Seraphine suggested. This caused him to raise an eyebrow. “Baking cookies?” “Or do you mind? This does sound childish although we used to do that a lot as a child. Do you not enjoy baking anymore?” A pout formed on Seraphine’s face at that. Unable to reject that, he spoke out, “Stop making that face. Let’s do it then. What cookies do you want?” “Strawberry flavored ones, and also those with caramels as filling. I want cinnamon ones as well,” Seraphine excitedly expressed, showing she was looking forward to spending quality time with her brother.

she asked, bouncing on her stool. I chuckled, handing her a sparkly sprinkle tub. “We’ll make unicorns, hearts, stars, whatever your magical little mind wants.” Across the island, Chen piped up with a mouth full of dough. “I want to make a dinosaur cookie! A T-Rex! ROARRR!” Abby smirked as she looked up from the mixing bowl. “As long as your T-Rex doesn’t eat all the dough first.” He giggled. “Too late!” Dante chimed in from the speaker's corner. “We should name the cookies. This one…” he held up a lopsided blob, “is Sir Blob-a-lot.”

On a certain street within the Cyss Empire, a small crepe stall was set up. Many people were waiting in line to get some crepes from the stall. Among them, two people were walking out of the crowd. Freeze had two crepes in each hand and was happily stuffing his mouth with them. Megat was walking beside him with a crepe in one hand and a bag containing another crepe in the other. Megat was also wearing a mask on top of his mask.