Strawberry Shortcake Characters Novels & Stories

“Here, try this. I really like cakes, and strawberry is my favorite. You might like it. You're not allergic to strawberries, are you?” Oliver denies it again, without knowing if he really was allergic or not; he didn't even know what that word meant. A plate appeared in front of him with a large piece of the cake, with a white topping of pastry cream and strawberries. Before taking a piece with his fingers, Chrystal handed him a spoon and he imitated the girl's movement to taste the dessert. Oliver's face is worthy of portraying; his eyes totally opened by the flavors inside his mouth. It was an explosion: sweet, very, very sweet, delicious. There was no other thought other than keep eating

I stand there, something slow and painful settling in the pit of my stomach, there’s a pang in my chest. This shouldn’t hurt, I tell myself, it shouldn’t. But damn it, it does. “I brought you something.” Charlotte says, dragging his hand and I watch as she gestures at the box. “There are pastries, don’t worry. I know you don’t like strawberries, so I purposefully avoided using them. I baked them myself.” “Thanks.” He says, of course she knows he doesn’t like strawberries. I tug at the sleeves of my oversized sweatshirt. “I can’t stay for long. I am meeting my sisters for a game night. Bye Jeremy,” she turns to me with that bright smile. “Bye, Emma.” When the door clicks shut, I breathe sharp

"The most prominent memory that came to me was that in your room. It was your first time celebrating your birthday without your mom. You did not want a party, but I brought you a cake -" "Yes! Yes! I remember that," Charlotte interrupted. "You bought a strawberry shortcake -" "But I topped it with lots of strawberries," Paul revealed. He added, "I saw how much effort I tried to put in, filling the role of both a mother and a father. I saw myself buying you so many dresses, but in the end, they weren't your favorite color. You still wore them anyway -" "Because I love everything that you give me," Charlotte continued for him.

My grandparents talked to me and Scarlett interfered which made the day of our grandparents memorable. “Uncle Adofo, Aunt Afiya, I will be your grandson’s girlfriend when we grow up.” Scarlett says. They all froze for a moment, stared at each other and laughed so hard that their eyes went teary. “Where did you get that, Strawberry?” her grandpa says and sat beside her hand combing her wavy caramel color hair.

She sees me, waves her friend goodbye and attempts to leave. “Charlie.” I called. “Hello Stan.” Her friend walks away, not wanting to see her friend being punished. “What was that about?” I ask. “That was Amelia. She’s in charge of the dessert for our opening party, and she brought some sample cake.” “Let me see.” She shows me a piece of chocolate cake wrapped in a see through foil. “You can have this one, let me know what you think boss.” Charlie says and heads back to her desk.

Normal. The bakery smelled like heaven the second we stepped in vanilla and strawberries wrapped in caramel promises. I paused at the door just to breathe it in. Liliana didn’t. “Strawberry shortcake!” I called. She spun with a wicked grin. “Only if you’re paying. I treated last time.” I groaned, digging into my wallet. “Could you not announce that to the entire planet?” She flipped her braids. “You’re welcome.” I slid into a booth by the window, phone already in my hand.

Chelsea replied. Guy number two extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Shaun and this is my nosy friend, Max.” “I’m Chelsea and this…” She looked my way. “…is Charli.” Max lifted his brow. “You don’t look like any Charlie I’ve ever met.” “It’s Charli with an i.” He sat on the end of my chair. “Well, Charli with an i, would you like a drink or something?” I turned toward my half-filled glass of slushy. “I’m good, thank you. Besides, it’s not even noon. Isn’t that a little early for drinks?”

I admitted and he shook his head and returned back to the stuff he was arranging. Now it's time for the strawberry shortcakes. I stared at the head chef with a mischievous smile on my face, at first she didn't see my grin properly and was about to just continue her work but then she turned back to me and took a double take. "No." She gasped. "Just one cake. I promise. As you've witnessed, I'm great at keeping promises." She laughed, "Yeah, amazing at it." ***** So I ate more than one shortcake but it's only five and they made like twenty and no one in the house eats shortcake like I do so it doesn't make much of a difference.

They leaned in close, holding hands across the table and smiling brightly at each other. It seemed as though they didn’t even notice the paparazzi, as though they were the only two people in the world. “Thanks for taking me here,” Princess Aurora said. Her tone oozed admiration for Andrew. “This is the best strawberry shortcake that I’ve ever had.” “I prefer the toasted banana bread, but I’ve heard that the strawberry shortcake is good as well,” Andrew replied, his eyes darting to Princess Aurora’s dessert. Princess Aurora smirked mischievously.

she teased, stepping outside. He smiled back. “Hey, Shortcake.” As she walked up beside him, he blew the vapor in her face—just like she used to do to him. “Someone got me hooked on strawberry.” She leaned into him, feeling a weight lift off both of them. He tipped her chin up and kissed her. She kissed him back—nothing like Chase. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered when they finally broke apart. “Same,” was all he could manage. “Hey, I could use some help in here!” Matt’s voice echoed from the doorway. Both Tony and Gemma looked up to see Matt and Kyle standing there.