Tea Cake And Janie Novels & Stories

“I didn't tell you things. I want you to know, I didn't sleep with him until I already had the job. I swear I'm not sleeping my way up the ladder. And if I were, I'd bring you with me.” I flashed a warm smile. Then I pushed the second plate toward her, the second pastry. “I bought two because I know it's your favorite,” I said. Maddy laughed and grabbed a fork. “You know me too well, Janie Bean.” “Hey, that's a new nickname,” I said, laughing. Maddy shrugged. “I figured I'd better create a good one to make up for the one I called you last night. 'Big Tits McGee' or whatever it was.”

Conversations started to flow easily. "I will have the jin jun mei," Daniel told the maid. She nodded and gave him a different tea. Nathan did not know anything about tea, so he blissfully settled on having whatever everyone else was having, which turned out to be a black tea. The chiffon cake he tasted first was very good, soft, and not too sweet. Clearly, either Daniel's mother or her chefs were very skilled. "Is it good?" Daniel asked. Nathan nodded with his mouth full, feeling a little embarrassed. Daniel laughed.

Everything Janie had said since we arrived came through the speakers loud and clear. “Who is that?” Elena asked Travis, but I think I already knew. “The nieces,” I answered her in a whisper, not sure why. I took her hand and waited for the other shoe to drop. Of all the things I could’ve imagined, all the places I surmised they could be taking us, this hadn’t even made it on the list. While Janie stopped her ranting in stunned silence, the video that had been playing in the background was replaced with another scene, this one of Janie lying in a hospital bed bragging to someone off-camera about the things she had done over the years, some of them criminal.

My attention gets redirected to the box of cake in his hands. If there ever was one thing that I have in common with Mr. Cane, besides our fondness of Charlie, it would be our sweet tooth. It’s a decadent chocolate cake. From the cover on the box, it must have been from the cafe we visited. He cuts us both large pieces that make my eyes go wide. He presents me with my portion with a flourish. “Cute,” I mumble to the last of my curry. Hoping he doesn’t hear my silliness.

"Thank you, Aunt Ann. You're always there for me." MaryAnn squeezed Janette's hand. "Always, sweetheart. Always. Now, why don't we put on some tea and chat for a while?" With MaryAnn's guidance, the two women made their way to the kitchen, where the scent of Earl Grey tea filled the air. MaryAnn took her time pouring the steaming water over the leaves, allowing the silence to wash away some of Janette's lingering tension. As they settled down at the kitchen table with their cups of tea, MaryAnn broke the silence. "Now, tell me, what exactly happened with Lucas and his mother this time?"

Taj says with a sweet smile. Joe nods and gathers the grain flour. "My grandmother Katherine Hale taught me this secret recipe," he explains. "But somehow, my cakes never taste quite as good as hers. I have not figured out the secret magic herb yet, but these come pretty close. We will have to work in big batches to make enough for the whole pack." Taj nods, and they work together quietly for a long time. Joe usually hates having other wolves inside his kitchen space, but Taj never gets in the way and seems to know exactly what Joe needs before he even asks for it.

"You are chosen to serve at our Luna Candidate Tea Party!" ‎ ‎Jace paled and held his side in pain. "Wh-what?!" ‎ ‎"Don’t look so frightened. It’s just tea, cakes, the muffins that the butler said you were baking and five very high-ranking, intimidating, judgey Alpha daughters." ‎ ‎"...Uhm!." ‎ ‎"But you won’t just serve tea," she beamed. "You’ll be wearing this." ‎

Today she baked banana cake without taking any assistance from Aunt Mary and she even dismissed Jane. In between their conversation, once Aunt Mary in the flow of context informed how much Adan loves to eat her handmade banana cake. Tonight he was returning from his work, so Micaela decides to bake his favorite dish. Since the last nigh her heart was flooded with unknown feeling for him. She was acting stupid, doing things she never did for anyone. She was busy engulfed in her own thoughts when Jane entered inside. "Smells delicious." Jane dragged a long whiff and Micaela grinned happily.

she said in her grumpy voice. "I can't believe you are eating that chocolaty chocolate cake without me. I hate you," she said in her grumpy voice while sticking her tongue out. "I love you too," I said, taking one more bite with a big smile. Jane will always be Jane. She will be on your side if you offer her chocolate cake with an extra chocolate sauce like what the toddler will do. She loved chocolate cake the most in this world. I think she loves chocolate cake more than me. I smiled thinking about it.

“Fresh ones, like Janette’s.” “Janette?” I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “She’s in my class. Her mom makes fresh cookies, and they’re awesome,” she gushed, her eyes sparkling. Then she dropped her voice, leaning in like it was a big secret. “Daddy makes cookies too, but they taste like trash. Don’t tell him!” I laughed, genuinely amused. “I promise.” I mimed zipping my lips and throwing away the key. The thought of Hawthorne baking cookies was...well, ridiculous.