Strawberry Shortcake Draw Novels & Stories

The double layer cake that was filled with fresh strawberries was extremely beautiful. The top layer cake had been made with strawberries as a symbol of love, making it look very dreamy, and there was even a pair of angelic people on top with a pink candle wax 24 on the side. This caused Lennon's face, who was initially in the shape of a cake to stiffen, to turn red slightly. He had merely asked his mother to give him a strawberry cake. His mother must have not told the shop owner that it was for her son! This was clearly a little girl's cake.

I can hear some faint clinking of things, might be a teacup in a saucer or the tableware but— who would eat in the library at this hour? “Hello? Is anyone inside?” I asked, knocking at the door. “Come in.” said a familiar voice. I opened the door fully and I saw Drew sitting at corner of the library, holding a book in one hand and a teacup in the other. On the table in front of him lies the cupcakes— strawberry cupcakes to be exact— one that has very little icing but has a ton of candied strawberries on top. I immediately drooled upon seeing it. But got more concerned as to why Drew is here, holding a book, with a frown in his face. His lips were so thin and his eyes darted on the letter on

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.

The whole country knew he didn’t have any siblings, so how could he possibly have a niece? I knew exactly what he was doing—this was just an excuse to get close to me. But I wasn’t complaining. Fate seemed to be working in my favor without me doing anything. I had thought it would be difficult to attract Travis Moore, but it turned out everything was falling into place much easier than I had expected. “What does she like?” I asked. “Strawberry.” “I’m sorry but we’re out of strawberry cake." “How about red velvet?” “Also sold out.”

The top was adorned with vibrant, fresh strawberries, their ruby red hues glistening with a hint of sugar, while a dusting of powdered sugar framed the edges like a delicate veil. Atop the masterpiece sat a dollop of whipped cream, perfectly swirled and inviting. The entire creation rested on a white plate, garnished with a sprig of mint that added a pop of green, making it look even more elegant. I couldn't help but smile at its beauty; it seemed to embody a sense of joy that momentarily distracted me from the heavy conversations they had just shared. “Enjoy,” the waiter said with a nod before leaving them to their meal. Alexander noticed the faint smile on her lips and couldn’t believe how

Avery sat in the back seat when her internal phone buzzed with a message from Dominic. It was a photo—a handwritten menu resting on the edge of the dinner tablecloth. Dominic: "Dorothea says the strawberry cake for tonight has to be sliced by you personally. Don't make her wait too long." Avery stared at the crooked little hand-drawn strawberry and smiled in spite of herself. She looked out the window and said softly to Drake, "Stop at that florist on the corner. I want to buy some daisies for Dorothea."

The candy had been strawberry flavored and the woman had smiled like she was sharing a secret. Then she drew the collapse. The broken line of the south wall. The shift in the load path. The steel frame twisted and bent. The rubble spilling across the garden. The dust hanging in the air like a fog. Her pencil moved faster now, the lines heavier, more urgent. The drawing was not pretty. It was precise. It was a map of destruction.

" He suggested it. It won't hurt to try. I took a sip of the strawberry shake. I... "You like it? What did you feel?" "Nothing. I feel nothing special." It is sweet but has a little sour taste. Did I really enjoy eating delicacies with strawberry flavor before? Why do I feel like it's just an ordinary taste? "Really? But you like it. I even treated you to an ultimate strawberry shortcake before... because you said you love them," Drake said with a curious and disappointed look. "Maybe... as my memories fade, so do my tastes…?"

Thanks. Strawberries are very tasty. Sometimes some are sour, and those I don't like. I run to the fridge and grab the bowl of berries. Our cake will be very beautiful, so beautiful that maybe even dad will like it. Because the main ingredient is love, and we put a lot of love into the dough. - Will dad like the cake, mom? - I ask, because I want him to like it. - Yes my love. He will love it very much. Mom takes the strawberries and places them on the round cake. It makes a very beautiful decoration, as always. I hope I can make cakes like this when I grow up.

Please help me prepare all the tools and I will finish it right here. - That's crazy. – Jenny hissed. David nodded slightly and then signaled to the two assistants next to him. They quickly left to prepare drawing paper and paints for Samson. Lucasta, Calantha, Michael, and everyone else present turned their eyes to the handsome guy, their faces expressing both disbelief and shock. That painting was drawn by Drake within ten hours but he dared to commit to only needing fifteen minutes. Furthermore, the entire face of the girl in the painting was damaged and could not be seen clearly because of the watermelon juice and the large tear.