Tea Cake And Janie Novels & Stories

They're better dunked. "Sure, Josie." I'm eating the whole box so I can get fat and I can be on one of those shows the TLC channel runs. Where people are addicted to eating weird things. They could call me the Oreo girl. They'd probably give me a free package. ... "Here's your cuppa tea. Dipped not saturated to make the weakest tea I've ever seen," Nate says, passing over the large mug of light brown water. It took him a few days, but I taught him how to make the perfect cup of tea. I don't drink coffee, so it's my only go-to in the mornings.

“Mr. Tremont and his wife seem really happy together. I heard that his wife is ten years younger than him. I’m so envious of her. He seems to dote on her a lot.” When Janice heard the conversation in her surroundings, she grew even more uncomfortable in her heart. She hastily walked out and left the company. ... At the White Water Bay Cafe. Arianne sent Tiffany a photo the moment she sat down. “I’m having dinner at your man’s cafe.” Tiffany had also sent Arianne a photo of her eating at home. Although it was only herself and Jackson eating together, Jackson had made quite a number of dishes. Each of them looked delicious.

There was a small moment of silence as Skye didn’t say anything. “Javan?.” He called out after few seconds. “Hm?.” “Were you crying?.” Skye interrogated him. Javan’s shoulders drooped as he admitted the truth. “Yes.” “Want to drop by my place? It’s dessert night, you’ll like what I baked. I made Red Velvet Cake, Boston Cream Pie, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Black and White Cookie, Fudge, Brownies, S'Mores, Cheesecake. Only Dallas can’t eat everything unless he’s a big greedy pig.”

She hates me so much, and I don't get why. "Babe, Grandma brought her special red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, do you want a slice?" Nate whispered in my ear, making my eyes glisten. His grandma is the best baker this town has ever had. My lips curved into a bright smile, and I nodded in agreement. Nate's eyes glistened with joy. He kisses my lips and gets up, grabbing a slice for me and one for himself before coming back to sit with me. I dug in, forgetting for a while as we enjoyed the cake with a cup of coffee.

Jay nodded his head. "Sorry. Dad almost forgot the cake, " whispered Jay. Kaiden took a deep breath. Jay took the cake out of the refrigerator. "Dita, accept the cake from both of us. Cake of love from us."Dita smiled happily. "Thank you very much, everyone. Mama loves to get cakes." Dita received a cake from Jay. "Topping a lot. I love a cake like this."Jay and Kaiden were happy because Dita received their homemade cakes.

Rain agreed reluctantly. Damien patted him on the back, "well done" he praised him. Rain stood up, ignoring how much the praise was making him blush. "Everyone we have cake here, you can come have some" he announced. Before Rain could finish, everyone had gathered at his side looking at the cake and salivating. Rain shared the cake among them making sure each person had a slice. "Rain, this cake is so delicious, who made it?" Tina asked. "Rita made it" Rain replied.

Leon stared at the woman across the room, his gaze narrowing as he tried to make sense of who she was. Her presence was unsettling, almost as if she had stepped out of the shadows, carrying an energy that filled the room with tension. And then it hit him—Janie. His heart skipped a beat. Janie, the woman who had been obsessed with Joe Fredrick Montana, had appeared at their door, uninvited and demanding attention. Leon had heard of her before—her fixation on Joe, her calculated actions, and her involvement in all the chaos that had followed. He hadn’t expected to see her here, but now that she was in front of him, he couldn't deny the impact she had on the atmosphere.

He adjusted the sweet and bitter while she herself brought a cup of ready-made cappuccino. Women preferred sweet coffee, so she ordered a strawberry cake. When she sat down, she said, "If you had been so attentive to Jessica earlier, it would not have taken you so long to catch her." Joe had a good relationship with Jane. Jane stayed away from their circle, but she knew that Joe worked for Blake. In particular, since the announcement of Chang Yan and Cecilia Longhorn's apology, the news about them had been intermittent and never stopped. Jane was a smart woman. Even if she was not in their circle, she had figured out the cause and effect.

“Well,” Kent murmurs, nudging my ear with his nose, “we could just name the baby, and have it done with. Then you wouldn’t have to rely on vegetables, which I know you hate anyway.” I stick out my tongue a little, admitting it, and I can feel his laughter reverberate in his chest. The door opens again and Janeen comes out with a little tea tray with a mismatched set of pot and cups. To my surprise, Kent gets up and takes it from her, thanking her.

I wasn’t sure how that conversation would go. The next morning, I found Max and Jane in the kitchen with Grace, eating pancakes. They looked up when I entered, syrup coating their faces. “Mommy!” Jane beamed. “Nanny Grace made animal shaped pancakes!” “I can see that.” I poured myself coffee and sat down with them. “Can we talk for a minute?” They exchanged glances, but both nodded in tandem. Grace, sensing the tension, quickly made an excuse and slipped out of the room. “Remember the man who looks like Uncle Damon?” I asked softly.