Strawberry Shortcake Male Characters Mga Nobela at Kwento

Brandon replies, his head on top of hers. After a few more minutes of dancing like teenagers, Brandon whispers in Charlie’s ear, “What do you say we cut into that cake?” I toss my head back, laughing. Of course Brandon is worried about the cake. Charlie laughs too, turning to give Brandon a kiss. “You’ve been waiting the whole time to cut into that cake haven’t you?” “Well, you’re not the only one who likes strawberry shortcake,” he says sheepishly. I laugh my ass off at that one. Brandon and his fucking sweets.

I glanced over at Colton, who nodded his head in agreement. “He’s not too impressed,” he said with a chuckle. Then his eyes flashed through black but cleared back to his hazel eyes. “Strawberries,” he sighed, “I’ve missed you so much.” I narrowed my eyes and glanced at Drake before looking back to Colton. He had a sinister smirk on his face, one that reminded me of ten years ago and sent shivers down my spine. “Come on, baby girl,” he purred. “Get them to let me out. I want to taste strawberries and cream again,” he licked his lips, and I screwed my face in disgust. Marcus growled and stepped forward, blocking my view of the man in the cell.

I laughed and hugged Nick, Jack, and Max. “Thank you guys so much. This is too much. It’s not even my birthday, and I got the cake I have always wanted. Thank you.” I beamed at all of them. They all smiled at me, and I was about to cut the head of the unicorn when Damian said we should take a picture. I agreed, and we all lined up, with Max on my left and Damian on my right. I cut the unicorn cake’s head, and we all enjoyed the cake while conversing. Marco was not only good at cooking, but he was a great pâtissier. The cake was made of strawberry cake, and it was delicious.

I exaggerated. “ I would throw you both out if taking care of you to the maximum wasn't a direct order,” Steven muttered as he tried his best to keep his cool. “ So what are we going to do?” One of his henchmen inquired. “ Get her enough strawberry shortcakes to shut her up,” Steven shook his head as he gave the command. This apparently played out well but the biggest move in the game was when the snacks are being served. After some minutes which felt rather long since we had no means of checking the time, the strawberry shortcakes were brought in. Chloe was given a box and I was given a box, perfect.

Next thing she knew, a bartender was bringing a can of whip cream to their table and the sexy stranger was following behind him. “Oh, come on. He’s here now. Do it,” Emma encouraged. The man was grinning like he had just won the lottery. “Any particular place you want to do it?” “No,” Lacey slurred. She didn’t want to do it at all. She was about to say that when the stranger cut her off by taking off his shirt. “I’ll pick. The abs, baby,” the stranger said. The girls shrieked with excitement and the vapors when they all got a load of his six pack.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you something less tragic… cream and sugar. Baby coffee.” He set his phone down on the table before walking toward the kitchen. The whistle of the coffee maker filled the room. I rubbed my temples, trying to push away the chaos in my head. Wendy. Sabrina. My father. Everything knotted together like barbed wire. Then faint music drifted up. Scott’s phone screen lit up with moving bodies, and despite myself, I leaned closer. My eyes widened. Male strippers. Performing in a Los Angeles club. “What the…” The phone nearly slipped from my hand as Scott stormed back in and snatched his device away.

“If he crosses my path, he’s dead.” “Hi guys!” The door swings open, making both Caleb and me jump. I turn around to see Charlotte with an enormous bouquet. Next to her is an Asian guy with short black hair who looks our age holding a couple of empty flower vases. My heart does a little jump. He’s tall and muscular and kinda hot, but he looks really worried to be there. He’s wearing khaki shorts and a green polo shirt that has ‘Kitchen Staff’ embroidered on the sleeve. When we make eye contact, his expression softens ever so slightly. He almost smiles at me, then looks to Caleb, being careful not to stare at me too long.

“Are… are they your partners? I saw on social media that you’re dating three men.” I can’t help but chuckle. “Yes, they are,” I say, a mischievous smile spreading across my face. “And today, they’re here playing the characters from the book. Considering they insisted on coming.” I point to Demitri, introducing him with a playful edge, “This is Jackson, the Don.” Then, turning to Blake, I add, “This is Hunter, the stalker.” Finally, I gesture to Lucas, “And this is Dolton, the serial killer.” Her face lights up with excitement, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, can I get a picture with them? This is amazing!”

Our baristas are about thirty minutes after us for a six am opening. I have about three hours before I have to leave for the day and head home to get ready for my date with my future husband. Maxim Romanov is a sexy ass devil with his black cut so short it’s almost a buzz cut, deep, dark green eyes, always light scruff but never clean shave and never a beard. His ivory skin is covered in tattoos. He has tattoos covering his arms, chest and back from what I've seen. I think he has some on his thigh. Let's not forget that angular jaw adding to his sexy, domineering look. He’s a sexy devil and I know he’s nothing but sin.

Up close, she was scary looking with a straight, unreadable face. “Whatever it is. I don't care, let's get this over with” another male said. This one had short hair with a scar on his forehead. Well-built with toned muscles everywhere. He was wearing the same clothes as Jordan. Both men had their distinct traits. Jordan looked a little more intimidating than.