Strawberry Shortcake Male Characters Novels & Stories

We quickly assembled our burgers in the kitchen before adjourning to the dining room, where my brothers quickly read through their assigned envelopes before introducing their characters. Matt was Mr. Basil Thyme, a doctor who had a gambling addiction. Mikey was Mr. Bramble Birch, the mafia boss who was the prime suspect in the murder of a stripper named Azalea. The glorious name of Kale Forest was given to Daniel who muttered grumpily that he didn't even like kale before he resigned himself to his role of nightclub owner and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his collared shirt, rolling the sleeves up to the elbows. "I don't think my heels are high enough to play this… ummm… lady of the ni

Chesna said, she rarely praises men, unlike what happened tonight. The other three pairs of eyes turned in the same direction. They saw a man sipping beer. He was wearing a white shirt with the top three buttons open, making him look hot and sexy. Not only that, his arms were also rolled up, showing his arms with strong muscles. His eyes were sharp looking forward, he seemed to really enjoy his drink. "OMG, you're right, Chesna. He's even better than my boyfriend," said Hailey, she really has a character like Matilda who can like many men at one time.

He gives me a smile as I walk over, putting the cake mix into the cart. "Can you grab the vanilla icing for me." I point up at the top shelf. I watch as he grabs the vanilla icing and a can of whip cream. "Adam doesn't eat whip cream on his cake," I say as he places them in the cart. "It's not for the cake, it's to put on you tonight." He says smirking. I wrap my arms around his waist as I look up at him smiling. "How bout we add some strawberries to the whip cream?"

Paisley let out a breathy laugh when three people dressed in spongebob, winnie the pooh, and Jerry mascot costumes walked out holding a chocolate cake. "Happy birthday, dear Karter ~" they paused, and from nowhere; a man dressed in a ridiculously colorful outfit and a really tall purple hat jumped out with a wide grin, provoking a loud giggle squeal from Karter who kept clapping for the strangers. The colorful man took a deep breath in, then went down before them on one knee; taking out a small box from his suit pocket. "Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuu~!" He ended in a surprisingly sweet tone, and the crowd of strangers cheered for little Karter.

There were three cakes lined up on top of the table, two of them were still loaves and with no designs yet. He then purposely glanced at Brooke with his wide eyes and shifted it to Dalmi, as though he was telling her to do something so both of them could talk. The woman nodded her head. But when he expected that she’ll leave the room, Brooke called Dalmi and asked her to get the strawberries she was asking for. “What the hell, Brooke?” he groaned when Dalmi went out of the room. There were no more strawberries in the room they were in, and Dalmi had to ask one of the workers to buy them to the nearest market.

Marco strolled out of the room, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. Dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, his hair appeared ruffled but it only added to his irresistible charm. Stacy gulped, her mouth parched as she fixated on his toned legs, finally comprehending why guys were attracted to girls' legs.

- He touched my ass and Campbell defended me - I answer and she nods. - Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave the establishment- he nods sore with a split eyebrow and lip and a bruise emerging on his left cheek. He gets up and leaves the cafeteria. Martha returns to the kitchen and voices are again heard around the premises. I head back to the boys' table. - Sorry for what happened. You ordered a chocolate cupcake, a brownie and a latte. What would you like? - I'll have a cheesecake and a lemonade- smiles the brown-haired man.

The shorts fit just right as does the tank top, and there's something weirdly intimate about seeing him with flip flops on. "You need help?" he asks as I get out and face him. "Yeah, if you don't mind." Together, we bring the bags inside. This isn't the first time I've been in Ransom's house, obviously, but it feels different than it ever has before. "Strawberry fuckin' shortcake?" He groans as he pulls the container out of the shopping bag. "Yes," I answer, a grin on my face as I hear his groan. "Do you have a bowl I can use to make the marinade for the shrimp and steak?"

They were so patient with him and asked him if he wanted to help with making breakfast, which had him practically jumping out of his skin with excitement. “Introductions,” Damen commanded to them. “Gia and Dante, this is Jace,” as he pointed to the man with spiky blue hair and a tattoo of angel wings on his forearm. This burly man here is Jackson,” pointing to the man who had huge muscles, a well-trimmed beard, and dark brown hair. The pale guy there is Stefan,” who gave Damen a look of surprise. He does have pale skin, also very well sculpted muscles, dark eyes, and black hair that was a bit longer on top and shaved shorter on the back and sides.

“Not unless you are uncomfortable with it.” I look at the three handsome men before me. Dante was by far much MUCH sexier and handsome than Charley and Frank, but they both had sex appeal of their own. Being warriors, they had bodies that looked like they were sculpted by the goddess herself. Charley had brown hair and brown eyes and a baby face with a chiseled jawline that made most she-wolves instantly shy. Frank looked more mature and stoic, always. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, but maintained a more serious bravado. “What about you guys? Is this going to be awkward for y'all?” I ask Frank and Charley.