Tea Cake And Janie Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

she finally finds it and goes back to her room she sees Jane touching her things Raven ; what are you doing Jane? Jane; I'm just looking at your books. Raven; umm here's your cake. I put it in a cup, that's how I eat it. Jane ; okay. I eat my cakes like that too. I see you mixed red velvet with vanilla for you Raven; you said you don't have favourites so... Jane; I actually don't . this is fine Raven; are you this nice or you're just doing this because I'm doing you a favor.

he smirks, “I thought you two would get on like a house on fire.” “Did you really?” I try to keep my mouth shut, but it requires so much effort that I can feel a migraine coming on. “Hey, everyone. There’s not much post today.” I look up and see that little Janie has touched up her spray tan and now resembles caramel; the cheap orange caramel. “You’re looking very lovely, Janie,” says Drew, as he puts his hands behind his head and looks her up and down appreciatively.

Right now, the right person was the girl in the bath. “Tea?” Jane sang softly as she poured, sweetening three cups from the pot with a drizzle of stolen honey. One for Lillieth. One for Kade. One for herself. Always together, always in Lillieth’s room. Kade allowed it. He even tolerated honey because he claimed he didn’t “need his tea to taste like dirt and sadness” if there was another option.

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.

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.

FINALE I watch as Tate teach Beatriz in perfectly cutting the cookie dough out of the Santa Claus head shape-cutter. She was asking a lot of questions to Tate if they'd make flower cookies tomorrow or a small chocolate cake the next day. Beatriz had a lot of questions in her mind and I wonder where she had inherited that kind of interest in baking since my mum doesn't really bake, but then maybe this trait must be coming from Tate's mom. She had mentioned that her mom loved to cook and bake and that she was a great cook.