Strawberry Shortcake Oc Novels & Stories

"Is it because you're fearless… or because I'm here, and it makes you feel safe? Answer me." He knew she couldn't answer, but he asked anyway. Obsession allowed no patience. "Mmm… Strawberry cake…" Winter's lashes fluttered; her lips parted slightly as she murmured in dreams. "Little glutton," Ezekiel muttered, then pulled out his phone and called George. The call was answered almost immediately. "Yes, Mr. Fulton?" "Go to the new bakery on Vine Street in Jeston. It opens at 9:30 am. Get there first thing and line up for the first batch of strawberry cakes. Buy one of them and deliver it to Ms. Everhart."

I chuckled, “Of course you can.” We mix all the ingredients and pour the batter into pans and I put them into the oven. As the smell of the cake fills the house, Max comes running downstairs, “Whatcha cooking sis?” I smiled, “We’re baking a strawberry cake with whipped white frosting and sliced strawberries on top. Call it a pregnancy craving.” He smirked, “I’m glad you’re having cravings that the rest of us would like.” Calista smiled, “She knows she doesn’t want to eat the whole thing by herself, so she’s making it for all of us.”

A caramel coloured young lady walked out from the building made of woods and stopped by my Jeep, opening the door for me. "Welcome to African Pride. If you may come this way," her strange accent hit me as she led us to the building that had 'OFFICE' nailed above the entrance. The girl was lean and looked to be a teenager. She wore a short simple gown made from a beautiful material and a sandals that had long straps that stopped at her knees. Her hair was tied in a scarf made from the same material. The material looked alluring in my eyes and I really wanted a cloth made for me in that material.

My mind was completely, wonderfully quiet. Leo sat down beside me, taking my hand in his. His fingers were warm and strong. "Where are we going now?" I asked softly, opening my eyes to look at him. Leo looked out the window toward the vast, green expanse of the outer forests stretching far beyond the old city walls—a place no citizen of Oakhaven had been allowed to see for fifty years. "Home," Leo said softly. "To build something new."

The place smelled like butter and vanilla and cinnamon, like somebody had taken comfort and given it a physical form. A chalkboard behind the counter listed specials in Liberty’s looping handwriting: ROSEMARY SEA-SALT FOCACCIA BROWN BUTTER COOKIES LEMON TARTS “BAD DECISIONS” CHOCOLATE CAKE — ASK LIBERTY WHY Liberty stood behind the display case, hair in a messy half up twist, flour on her cheek like a signature. She saw me and lit up. “There she is!” she called, loud enough to make a man near the window glance up. “Dr. Death and Glory!”

"That's new. It took you almost twenty minutes." I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, it happened." "Good to hear that. Let 'em show that you ain't someone whom they can easily bully." Owen said with an evil smirk as he handed the strawberry cake at me. "Eat. It's your favorite." Seeing the strawberry cake, the irritation I felt earlier had easily died down. I accepted the strawberry cake and started eating it. "Don't just eat the cake. There's also a hot beef soup." Ash calmly said and pushed the bowl towards me.

But, after further tests, the doctor could only shake his head and gave him temporary medicine. “Do you have an orange-flavored cake? "Davi's pheromone is his favorite; the scent of it made him tingle inside and made him want to see Davi and shower him with kisses. “This one, this, and this. These are the last orange flavors we have.” The three cakes that Reynolds pointed out were little cute cakes. One had a full white cover, a little orange stain around it, and a slice of orange above with three leaves around it. Simple yet looks delicious.

I stammered, covering my face. "This girl's usually pretty solid, but she's all over the place today," my boss explained, heading back to the cash register. "What do you recommend?" Scott asked, looking up from the menu. His blue eyes were mesmerizing and a bit dangerous, but I tried not to let them affect me. "Our house specialty is the creamy strawberry shortcake," I muttered. "Do you eat the food here too?" he asked. I shrugged, feeling uneasy about his question. He clearly wanted me to talk more, but with the boss watching, I couldn't be rude.

But first, I needed something. I drove to Maison Belle, the upscale French bakery on Fifth Street. It was nearly closing time, but the lights were still on. Inside, the smell of butter and sugar hit me immediately. A woman behind the counter looked up, ready to tell me they were closing, but I spoke first. "I need a strawberry shortcake," I said. "Your best one." She scratched her forehead. "We're actually about to close..." I pulled out my wallet and placed three hundred-dollar bills on the counter. "Please."

Gabe asked. “I got you the Love Note. You said you liked waffles and… it’s really good. It has strawberries, blueberries, whipped cream and is drizzled in nutella. They have this special white syrup that’s really good,” Odis said. His cheeks flushed as he looked into Gabe’s eyes. “That’s such a cute name. I already know I’m going to love it,” my best friend sighed. I squealed as Shane stood and held me in his arms. My feet dangled above the ground.