Tea Cake And Janie Novels & Stories

She rephrased. "Sure, no biggie." Tiana shrugged as she put an apron on. In two hours, the whole team was seated around the table with paper plates out to taste the cakes. Everyone had two slices to taste and make a decision. The cakes looked equally good, unexpectedly for Karen's. "This is magnificent." Storm said as he bit into the buttery goodness. "This one is ass." Maeve commented on Karen's cake. The twins scrunched up their faces in disgust. They were on Teq's side.

She nods, pride dancing in her exciting eyes. “Well, little sister,” I nod my approval, “it’s exactly how I like it.” Tanya lets out a little shriek before falling onto the chair next to me. “Tell me how it tastes. Is there enough cream? Did I make the dulce de leche right? Not too much cinnamon?” I lift a hand and softly pat her back. “Everything is perfect.” “What’s perfect?” Maryo asks as he comes into the kitchen. “The pineapple honey cake I made,” Tanya answers, pride lighting up her face. “Sit. You have to taste it.”

I had already groomed myself up for good news and nothing could have stopped me from smiling as I pictured it all. 'You're starting to piss me off with this pacing of yours. ' Janette was seated comfortably on our couch with no care in the world. A bowl of homemade double butter popcorn sat on her lap. She held a sizeable cup of white tea, chasing the popcorn bite with it. I tried understanding why or how she could eat such a combination without throwing up. 'Aren't you at least worried about Jayson? ' I forced down a gag as she fed herself gluttonously.

Washing her hand before leaving the bathroom with Elaine on her front. --- “Tanvi, Elaine! Just in time, the desserts are all done, go ahead and take” Mrs. Ashford notices Elaine and Tanya coming their way and immediately pulls Tanya to her seat and gives her another cake but different flavor. ‘Fuck…am I going to throw up again? It’s not that I can refuse them…’ Tanya looks at the cake right in front of her and couldn’t help but curse. Just looking at the cake makes her hurl but she forcefully stops it even if it makes her uncomfortable.

knock knock knock Jeno's room door was knocked down, shortly afterwards the door opened and featured Anjani coming in with a tray in her hand. "let's see what i bring," anjani said with a wry smile. Jeno, who saw what anjani was carrying, immediately rose from his seat, "chocolate cake!" he said with his eyes raised. Jeno and Anjani are fans of the number one chocolate flavored cake. whatever chocolate is, jeno loves it. anjani placed a tray containing several pieces of chocolate cake and fruit juice on jeno's study table. Jeno quickly took one piece of chocolate cake and ate it right away.

Tate busies herself with the coffee machine placing a pod into it then hitting the on button. “It is really exciting, I had to wait until I was properly stable and it wasn’t that easy to find everything out. My mother had pretty much hidden things from me, however, please don’t get her wrong. She is ecstatic that Riley will be a feature in her life too now. In fact, she is going through all her old baking recipes to spend time doing that with Riley tomorrow.” “Sounds perfect,” the machine finishes it’s thing and Tate hands the white, porcelain mug to me. It is too hot to drink straight away even though I am dying for my caffeine fix. I place it on the Spanish design, orange coaster on the is

That no piece of paper, no blurry photo or bitter accusation could change that. By the time I got to the apartment, my muscles ached from tension. Janie answered the door before I even knocked. “She’s upstairs,” she said, nodding toward the steps. “Made herself some hot chocolate. Burned her tongue and swore twice.” I smiled faintly. “She’s learning from the best.” “She’s watching you closer than you think,” Janie said, softer now. “You’re doing better than you know.” I blinked back the sudden sting in my eyes.

However, it would result in dementia, wiping away all the painful memories in the process—a bittersweet blessing in disguise. When I returned home, the cake in the oven was already burnt. I took a deep breath, baked a new one, and brought it to Theodore's office. Back then, Janice had just started her internship at the company. Theodore was in a meeting, so I waited for him in the lounge. Janice kept coming in and out, scrutinizing me each time. The glass walls were not soundproof, and I could hear her whispering to others. She clicked her tongue and muttered, "How's a plain woman like that even fit to be Mrs. Jenkins? It's bad enough that she isn't as pretty as me, but her figure isn't as g

I trailed behind her to the oven to check up on the cake whose chocolate flavor was effortlessly oozing out from the oven. Jane opened the oven and our cake was already baked and looking yummy, even I couldn’t resist the urge of cutting a piece. “So delicious” I exclaimed after having a bite of the sweet chocolate cake we just baked. “Jack will never forget today; he would wish he had more business trips” Jane chuckled. “Do you think so? What if he doesn’t like the meals?” I joked. “He will love it. I know my brother” Jane assured. “What next?” I asked.

Venla was laughing too, her grace untouched by the alcohol, while Kelly’s face was flushed, her giggles infectious. The house was alive with laughter, with the warmth of friends and family. It was a rare moment of peace, and yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Janice left the room, pressing a kiss to Zian’s head before slipping away. I followed, picking up an empty tray as an excuse. My mother joined us shortly after, her presence a silent reassurance. “I think I’m up for a cupcake or something. Maybe an ice cream cake? Do we have that?” Janice asked her voice light but her eyes avoiding mine.