Strawberry Shortcake Draw Novels & Stories

She said as I thanked her and started to eat up the bar. 'I think Dan wouldn't mind if I share some dessert with this female.' "Here,have some of this dessert."I said and give her a strawberry shortcake and a single piece of cookie crumble cake as she took it and thanked me. "I didn't know that you're interested this kind of flavors of cakes,Mr.Rain."She said as I shake my head. "A friend..A friend recommended me to try these flavors of cakes."I said as she nods her head and started to eat the cookie crumble first.

The one thing I didn’t think would be a problem is turning into the problem. “Look, I know it’s short notice,” I say, pacing in slow, tight circles near the couch. My voice is soft, polite, begging. “But it’s just a two-tier vanilla with raspberry filling. I don’t need anything elaborate—just clean lines, maybe blush icing. Something pretty.”

Cathy raised her eyebrows and looked at Malcolm, who sipped his tea and turned the other direction. "Sure, sure that's awesome." She untied her apron, revealing her red thermal shirt "Great. Let me just get your shortbread." She walked behind the counter again, taking the shortbread from the window and setting it on one of the metal tables they had. She cut it, drizzled Vanilla on top and placed them into a clear bag with a red ribbon to tie it. "Bruce! You're closin'." She yelled, handing me the bag.

“Fine, just a shortcake.” “Let’s bake a strawberry shortcake, then!”

"Strawberry cake." "Okay." Nash snapped his fingers and pulled out a strawberry cake from the cabinet.

“Well, since you’re such a world-class scholar and a sweet sweet boy, I brought you a little something.” I pulled the bag of strawberries from my satchel. “Fresh from the farm. Extra sweet, just like you.” Noah's eyes went wide. “Strawberries! Thank you Sophie!” “You're welcome buddy.” “Can we make the cake, Uncle Andy? The one with the cream?” “Strawberry shortcake,” Andrew supplied, he looked at me, then back to the boy. “Go take those to Mrs Henley, Noah. Tell her it’s a priority mission. We'll have it for dessert.”

I just can't believe it looked like I never left. Grandma opened the cabinet filled with small baskets of fruits. Oranges, green apples, blue and black berries which I don't know where they get those, mangoes, guava which I haven't tasted that in my life, pineapple, dragon fruit which I wonder if Emilia Clarke the mother of dragons in Game Of Thrones planted those like how she raised her dragon offspring, kerson fruit berries and some fruit I never seen before. I looked around and recognized paintings with my signature. Paintings I threw last year. I wonder how these stuffs got here.

Although there are only a few people inside, the cashier greets me happily as she welcomes me. "What are you looking for, sir?" She asks. "Do you have strawberry cake?" "Yes, but unfortunately, sir, it's per slice now. So there's no whole cake." I nod as she explains and putting where the slices are. I view that there are only 3 left. Arthur might like it as well so I can buy them all. "I'll take them all, and can you give to of these." I point my finger to the flavored strawberry macaroons. "Ok, sir, I'll put them in a pack. Just go to the counter and pay for it now while we are preparing it."

If he wanted, he could make a killing as a runway model, though I doubted he’d ever do anything so “basic” He returned less than five minutes later with Sweet Tooth’s signature pink-and-golden cake box tucked beneath one arm. He dumped it in my lap, snapped his umbrella closed, and reversed out of the parking spot without so much as blinking. “Do you ever smile?” I asked, peeking inside the box to make sure they hadn’t messed up the order. Nope. One Strawberry Shortcake Cheesecake, coming right up. “It might help with your condition.” “What condition?” Peter sounded bored.

It was a fortress of joy. A massive white tent had been erected on the dunes, its flaps open to the sea breeze. Inside, long tables were draped in navy blue linen, set with silver cutlery and vases of wildflowers. A station for face painting. A bouncy castle shaped, inevitably, like a dragon. And in the center, a cake that defied gravity—a three-tiered masterpiece of fondant and sugar, depicting a knight fighting a dragon, with a small, marzipan boy standing triumphantly on the battlements. It was Ethan’s dream, made manifest by the combined forces of AVA’s design team and Cross Empire’s logistics department.