Strawberry Shortcake Characters Novels & Stories

The Maybach rolled through the glittering streets of New York, and Dustin drove with focus, eventually stopping at Mayfair Strawberry House, a bakery nestled in the most coveted corner of Queen’s Mall. They should have driven straight home. But Nicholas had asked to make a detour. He said his wife was jealous, and he had to buy her some dessert. The pastry chef was a blond, blue-eyed Londoner. When Nicholas entered, the manager hurried over to greet him and show him to a seat. The chef was still working in the kitchen; the strawberry cake would take about twenty minutes. Mr. Drake. The manager set down a cup of tea beside him. Nicholas glanced around.

Daisy stands up to pick up the plates and Raffaele asks "what's for dessert?" "Nothing," says Daisy annoyed, and receives a hard slap on her ass. "Then make something. I want dessert after every meal" says Raffaele and goes away to sit on a couch and turns the tv on. Daisy couldn't believe her bad luck. She couldn't believe she was stuck in such a situation. She wipes her tears and starts to make a strawberry shortcake.

Jovie loved cakes, especially ones with whipped cream on top of them. Since she had gone through such a bad scare that afternoon, Liam decided to cheer her up with some of her favorite foods. After buying the cake that Jovie liked, Liam walked past a fridge with a beautiful strawberry shortcake sitting in it. He then bought it as well, knowing that Celena would love it. However, just as he was about to pay, his phone rang. He took his phone out of his pocket and was stunned to see that it was Sherah calling.

I stammered, covering my face. "This girl's usually pretty solid, but she's all over the place today," my boss explained, heading back to the cash register. "What do you recommend?" Scott asked, looking up from the menu. His blue eyes were mesmerizing and a bit dangerous, but I tried not to let them affect me. "Our house specialty is the creamy strawberry shortcake," I muttered. "Do you eat the food here too?" he asked. I shrugged, feeling uneasy about his question. He clearly wanted me to talk more, but with the boss watching, I couldn't be rude.

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?”

Charlotte picked up a small round decorative cake covered in pink frosting, adorned with slices of strawberries and lemons. Pointing her eyes across the table, Charlotte smiled when she spotted the starry-eyed expression Luna’s brown-haired little friend was giving the cake. Knowing she would be unable to sample this entire collection, Charlotte sat the dessert in front of Maria. "Your name is Maria, right? Why don't you help me sample this collection of cake!" Such a request instantly earned the woman praise of approval from Maria, who nodded her head in a hurry before reaching out to sample the delicious cake. Once a piece was in her mouth, Maria felt her eyes become watery. 'So fluffy and

He was now standing beside me observing my every movement. "I never knew that you can make cupcakes. You never told me that." "Well, I thought you knew everything about me," I narrowed my eyes on him remembering his words last night. "I missed out on this part, obviously." He pinched on my cheek. "Actually, I was the one who starts the idea of selling cupcakes in Scarlet's coffee shop and I taught her how to do it. We started selling it in a small amount at first then when it got more requests day by day we decided to make it as one of the coffee shop's signature desserts." I told him the small secret that he seems not aware of.

Uncovering the dish I bit into one of the rectangular shape shortcakes, the strawberry bits stuffed inside goes well with the warm, thick syrup and the whipped cream, “Mhm...” I groaned in delight, “These taste so good,” “I guess some things never change,” a voice echoed through the ring. Swallowing the final chunk of the pastries, I rubbed my fingers together, brushing the crumbs from the tips, turning to face her, my lips parted but no words dare to leave my lip. Eris did a poor job with the version of her she showed me because now she sports shiny straight brown her, long dark lashes that leave her grey eyes dazing with every blink. No longer she wore old maid clothes or dirty shoes a dem

It's the most reasonable solution she had so far since she has no other solutions to help her mother. After a while, Roy orders came, an appetizing chocolate shortcake was served in front of Roy's eyes. Soon, the waiter lowered his tray to put the cake, and the sweet-looking vanilla milkshake on the sturdy wooden table. Rina can see the glimmer in Roy's eyes as he sees the shortcake and milkshakes come in pairs, as a couple of lovebirds. Roy sliced the chocolate shortcake delicately, he ate the spoonful of chocolate cake jovially. He touched both of his cheeks, overjoyed with the sweetness inside his mouth.

*** ALEX SHIN's P.O.V. *** Damn! Hasn't this teacher of ours finished teaching yet? I already know what he is teaching. I held my stomach when it sounded, compared to earlier the sound was quite loud. “Is that your stomach?” Miss Strawberry asked. I looked at Miss Strawberry, whose name I remember was Patrice Mauricio. “Shut up,” I whispered to her. “Okay.” She just answered and then looked at our teacher again.