Strawberry Shortcake Teenager Novels & Stories

" He suggested it. It won't hurt to try. I took a sip of the strawberry shake. I... "You like it? What did you feel?" "Nothing. I feel nothing special." It is sweet but has a little sour taste. Did I really enjoy eating delicacies with strawberry flavor before? Why do I feel like it's just an ordinary taste? "Really? But you like it. I even treated you to an ultimate strawberry shortcake before... because you said you love them," Drake said with a curious and disappointed look. "Maybe... as my memories fade, so do my tastes…?"

Dan said, smiling. "Strawberry cheesecake?" Cassandra gasped with her eyes twinkling in joy. "Yes, we make your favorite."Aunty Amara said, smiling. I chuckled when Cassandra clapped her hand, then stood up, grinning like a kid. "Sir Alexander asked me to bake your favorite cake," Dan said. Cassandran eyes instantly on me, and she is smiling brightly. The girl I saw, who looked like she was carrying the whole world on her shoulder before, is now free from all the burden she was carrying. I'm so happy to see this side of her, carefree and full of happiness.

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.

IZZY POV We had a quiet dinner that night. Joanna had pulled out the stops, making all of my favorites. I didn’t have an appetite, but I tried everything because I knew it would please her. The strawberry shortcake was the grand finale, done to perfection using sponge cake instead of the biscuits that were traditional. Just the way I liked it. I stood up from the table and turned to Joanna. “Thank you for the most delicious meal,” I said with a smile. Joanna gave me a watery smile back.

"Hey hun, what's that tangerine smell? It's so sweet." Before she noticed it they were at the front of the counter and Slidell was chit-chatting the girl who's in waitress uniform. "We have a new cake made with tangerine, do you want to taste it?" Slidell looked at Cleo as if asking for permission but the latter just raised her brow before turning her body to sit on the other table –the one near the four teenagers watching something from the laptop. "Two please, and a devil's cake for Ace." She heard him say.

She already threw away two layers because the bottoms had a slightly burnt edge. I'm making the frosting for the cake while the cake cools, but I am not frosting it. I do not have the patience nor skill to decorate the cake. Alcee wants it to be perfect, as does Mrs. Rosi, but I can tell that Stefano doesn't really care at all. I mean what seventeen year old boy would really care about a birthday party full of adults. He's the only teenager in the house, besides the twin thirteen year olds. But those boys are absolutely reckless, like their favorite word is destruction. This house is always crazy.

Jack asked, frowning because usually, people would order that much for Mont Blanc. “It’s the usual customer, you know. The cancer kid? She wants to celebrate her birthday with her friends and she wishes to eat chocolate cake because she can finally taste it as she’s free from cancer.” “Oh, she’s finally free?” Jack asked, a glint of happiness evident in his eyes. “Well good for her, she had it for so long since 5 years ago.” “You already tell them to give lots of chocolate and some strawberries, right?” Jack added. “About the chocolate one, I already requested it but as for the strawberry.. no, since they only order chocolate cake.”

There was another man in a black suit not too far away too, standing by the cake store. I was looking at him when the girl I had bumped into before rushed over to me. She licked her lips shyly and said, “I bought the strawberry shortcake because you said it was delicious.” “That’s nice,” I said. “You’ll enjoy it.” Then I thought maybe it was about time I started picking up on baking again, especially on making the strawberry shortcake. I had to let the cold emptiness and pain of losing Mom and being without her go at some point, hadn’t I?

Whenever the other girls mocked me, he was always there to defend me, and prove to them that I was even much better than they would ever be. I remembered the first time he brought me a strawberry tart. I was sixteen then, hiding behind my mother's bakery after a group of girls spent half an hour laughing about how much space I took up whenever I walked into a room. I remember staring at the ground like it had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world, pretending I couldn't hear them, pretending the heat crawling up my neck wasn't humiliation but just the sun. Then Damien appeared out of nowhere and handed me the pastry.

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.