Strawberry Shortcake Teenager Novels & Stories

Lucas said as he stared at Ben. "Yeah! But since I was done with some documents I was handling... I decided to come," He said turning around as his gaze landed on Beatrice and he became stiff. "Ben ten!" Gavin giggled trying to break the awkward tension already rising as he tried to touch Ben's hair which he had dyed black. His gaze rested on Beatrice who tried her possible best to try to avoid him. "Uhm! Guys, I made a strawberry sponge cake for Thanksgiving, I'll like you all to have a taste," I said trying to brighten up everything as Ben went to an empty seat with Gavin in his hands who was playing with his suit.

] The message had just gone out, and the chat blew up. [Ava shared her strawberry cake with my daughter, who had a fall. Such a thoughtful kid.] [Let's do strawberry cakes again. The kids all love them.] The words "strawberry cake" stung Carrie. She let out a cold laugh, her fingers flying across the keyboard. [Everyone, this is Ava's mother. I'm sorry to say that her dad and I are divorced. It's all Ava's fault. For a stupid cake, she pushed her dad to another woman.]

In the oven for an hour, Anne Jenner took the egg tart out, put it on a plate, then made milkshake, and cut the strawberries. After she was done, she pulled it out, placed it in front of Laline Kanna, and Laline Kanna said with a small smile, "Oh, it smells so good." Anne Jenner, sitting beside Laline Kanna, took a sip of the milkshake, and said: "If you want to study, I'll show it to you next time." "No no no, I won't study." One hand holding the cake and one holding the plate, who leaned heavily on the sofa, she said: "Ah, you heard that last night we ran into Jonathan Jason?"

“Shortcake? I'm five-eleven, thank you very much.” His grin widened. I immediately looked away because staring at him felt dangerous. “You're short compared to everyone in this house, Aria. Besides, I got it from Strawberry Shortcake. It's a tribute to your amazing hair and those cute-as-hell freckles.” He gently tapped my nose. My breath caught when his thumb brushed across my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth behind. “Why not just call me Strawberry?” I asked. My brain was barely functioning anymore. He brushed his thumb over my cheek again before finally pulling away.

So why does it still hurt so damn much? I sniff, trying to steady myself, to rebuild some small piece of composure. I look down at the half-cake in my hands, the one I’d baked with trembling fingers and too much hope. Strawberry shortcake—his favorite. I even piped a little rose on top. Now it looks ridiculous in my arms, like a love letter written to a ghost. He doesn’t care. Not really. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turn and begin to make my way toward the main hall. I need to get away. I need to think.

Ever since she started working none of her colleagues are as much glancing at her so now someone greeting her sounds suspicious. Don't tell me she wanted to send the newbie on an errand, Hadley thought. "Ohh nothing I just want to give you this to welcome you to the team," the girl says, pushing forth a strawberry cake in her hands. Hadley stared long and hard at the tantalizing strawberry cake deliberating if she should accept it and with not much thought Hadley collected the cake and placed a bit in her mouth. "By the way my name is Cassandra since you are not asking," the girl says with a smile.

Adrian had the chefs that were cooking today to make her favorite dishes which was hard because her favorite desert can only be made with strawberries from the Royal Garden, they are the best strawberries of all time and Adrian made sure someone went there and well even though the person hasn’t made it back yet because it’s pretty far driving there, he will make sure Camilla has the strawberry cake. I called Emily, a friend of mine who likes to suck my dick and let me pound in her pussy to get my mind off the day I had plus she’s a no feelings attached type of girl. I’m just helping her get her daily vitamin D while her mate is studying to create a better future for her as he screws his coll

Instead I thought about the dark-haired girl I’d met at lunch, the one who seemed as much as an outcast as I. “Want a cupcake?” I asked, gesturing to the pastry I’d brought. Her hooded eyes narrowed almost instantly and with a huff she snatched up her tray and hissed, “I hate strawberry”, before veering towards the trash cans and out the door. I watched the bright streak in her hair fade as she crossed the courtyard and vanished through another set of doors within the west wing.

Eve found her warm and pleasant. “Young Mistress, do you want something to eat for a snack? I can make it for you,” Esther asked, having received a message from Alex that Eve hadn’t eaten much at lunch. “Actually, I’m craving strawberry cake. Can you buy one for me?” Eve said softly. Just thinking about it made her mouth water. “Of course, Young Mistress. Anything else?” “Nothing else. Just help me make a smoothie when you come back,” she replied with a smile.

Tiffany huffed then jabbed the cake she’d ordered to accompany her coffee rather violently. Furina looked at the poor strawberry shortcake and an idea popped inside her head. “You know what, I’ve got an idea. I think I know how to get back at him.” She looked up to meet Lizzy and Tiffany’s eyes and a smile began to form on her lips.