Tea Cake And Janie Novels & Stories

Lady Jane smirked, making me roll my eyes at her in disbelief. “Exactly how old are you?” I asked, finding her smirk irritating. She grunted and hissed in response. Janine was trying her best to make as many donuts as she could because Lord Renwick wanted to take homemade donuts for the kids at the orphanage. I had volunteered to help, but Lady Jane was such a mood killer.

As I reviewed the artist profiles, Ian pushed the door open again, peeking in. “Pretty Jen, can I come in?” “Sure.” Beatrice’s words echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t turn down such a sweet kid. Ian entered with his hands hidden behind his back. Was he hiding some little creature back there? The thought made me grip my mouse nervously. “Jen, this is a cake my dad bought for me. I saved you a piece.” “Thank you.” I stood and walked over, accepting the rice cake he offered.

It seemed wonderful. She heard Caroline at the front door. "Hey," she said as her sister came into the kitchen. "Hey yourself," Caroline said. "There's a message on the board. Mom's going to be late. Parent-teacher conferences. Mr. and Mrs. Brown." "Should we fix something for dinner?" "Sure," Jane said. "How about we try another cake?" Caroline shook her head admiringly. "You don't give up, do you?" "Nope," Jane said. She started flipping through a cookbook. "This time let's make one that's edible. Like – here's one that sounds good – double-tier raspberry cake."

I said, thinking Tyson looked exactly like the algebra teacher I'd had in high school, and Wyatt probably had his hands full with hormonal teeaged girls who thought their gym teacher was hot. "She brought us cake," John added, lifting the cake an inch as proof, when his friends still didn't respond. "Red velvet," I offered, and they finally shook off their shock. "Red velvet? My favorite, don't tell Jan," Ty joked before taking a sip of Coke. I assumed Jan was his wife and said, "I promise."

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.”

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.

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.

“I’ll be right back.” In the kitchen, I sliced two chunks of the still-warm cinnamon cake I found cooling on the counter and set them on a tray along with two fresh glasses of lemonade. Back outside, I handed one of the plates to Lianna and placed her lemonade on the table beside her lounge chair before taking the seat by hers. “This is Rainey’s signature cake.” Not bothering with the fork, I picked up the fat chunk I had sliced for myself and bit into it. “God, it’s delicious.”

he asked. “Taking them back,” I replied, smiling. “I like them on my pizza. Hawaiian won’t be Hawaiian without pineapples on top.” While we were eating, a familiar figure that was scanning the tables left and right walked past our spot. I stood up and waved my hand. “Jan!” Jan Clark Rios’ head snapped and a grin flashed across his lips as his eyes met mine. Cara’s ears reddened as the young man walked towards us while Toto’s eyes shot him a dark gaze. Oh? This sure smells like a triangle.

She rolled her eyes with a huff, "You could at least try and act like you're happy that I'm helping." "I didn't ask for your help. Nobody asked for your help." Bates sneered out, "Having you meddle in my business wouldn't make me happy. You know that. The fact that you're trying to act as if you're doing me a favor is only making it worse." "Yeah, yeah." Janet waved off his seething glare. Plucking an oatmeal flavored cookie from the plate, she dunked the treat into the awaiting hot tea. She let it soak for a few seconds, ignoring the low growls and threats that were coming from the steaming male. It took only a few more moments before Janet felt satisfied with the amount of tea that soaked