Beyblade Birthday Cakes Novels & Stories

Ryder instructed as he beamed a smile at me. I closed my eyes and made a few wishes before I opened my eyes again and blew out the candles in front of me while my boys clapped and cheered. “Thank you so much boys! Thank you, R…” I thanked them all with a bright smile on my face. It was hard to stop smiling when I was so happy. Just like I had thought, the cake really was blueberry cheesecake with a Reiner’s handwriting on it saying, ‘Happy Birthday, Natalia!’ Since we got married, Reiner always celebrated my birthday by baking his special blueberry cheesecake for me and this year was no exception. We went from celebrating with just the two of us to celebrating with King and Queen. Then Ryder

the event host's voice lifted above the noise, warm and projected, "can we gather the Moretti family at the cake station? It's time to sing for our birthday boy." "Excuse me," I told Risa, walking towards where Dante and Oliver already stood. Oliver saw the cake and sat down on the grass, legs crossed, mouth open, staring up at the three-tiered creation that had been designed to look like a dinosaur emerging from a volcanic island. It had been made by a bakery in London who had flown their lead confectioner in yesterday specifically for this, which was information I had given Dante's credit card and chosen not to examine too closely.

“Don’t get any ideas. Just make something sweet. I might forgive you for not kissing me. I’ll be home early.” Akiko stirred the batter in silence, the scent of vanilla and butter swirling through the air. A birthday cake. She wasn’t much of a cook, but this time she gave it her all to bake a birthday cake. She was so focused on her task that she didn’t even notice when her hand brushed against the hot baking tray.

Max rested one elbow on the bench’s back, a slow smile softening his sculpted features as Jade paused to wave at her mother from across the grass. April took a deep breath of peonies and freshly cut grass. This gathering felt like a balm—a testament to everything they’d survived. She slipped her hand into Noah’s, and together they stepped forward into the whirlwind of their chosen family. Under a cherry-blossom tent, the cake table was a masterpiece of girlish delight: three tiers of lavender buttercream, sugar-paste butterflies perched as if about to take flight, and dozens of unfurled nests of spun-sugar clouds. The sign at the front read: Sweet Dreams, Little One. Sophie guided Jade aroun

Zenios’s sapphire eyes were shining brilliantly under the light of the candles. “Carlie! You’re finally here!” Zenios’s eyes lit up when he saw Charlotte. “I ordered this birthday cake to be custom-made, I know that you like the strawberry flavor the most, so I’ve asked the chef to specially add strawberry juice into the cream of this cake. I’ll cut you a piece.” He picked up the knife and fork and was about to cut the cake, but his wrist was grabbed by a tiny hand in the next second. He raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction. “Miranda, what are you doing?”

"Happy birthday, Rafi!" I exclaimed with a grin, holding the freshly baked strawberry cake in my hands. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance that enveloped us. The anticipation had been building for weeks, and finally, the moment was here to celebrate Rafi's special day.

They would just be teenagers today, since there would be a large ball the next evening, so today would be reserved for her to just enjoy herself. Turns out Alpha Anson brought her birthday cake, which their omegas had insisted to bake for her birthday. It was a three tiered cake that was covered in miscellaneous items made with modelling chocolate. The top tier was all manner of things that she had apparently fixed for them, the middle tier was her favorite games that she played, in which she kicked his ass repeatedly and the bottom tier was all manner of girly things that he figured out was meant to be about her being a princess when he spotted the tiara.

He promised to make up for Little Karen's birthday present when he returns. ...... The birthday party began at six o'clock in the evening. Karen Daly hired a baker to bake a four-tiered tall cake to symbolize Little Karen's age. There were four candles on the top of the cake. After singing the birthday song together, Little Karen blew out the candles accompanied by her parents. "Little Karen, happy birthday!" Everyone shouted in unison in a lively setting. Karen Daly and Kevin Kyle kissed Little Karen's cheeks together. "Little Karen, darling, happy birthday!"

“See what you did? You should’ve been more careful, Hades.” He looked down at the cake, then at me, before reaching out and helping me back to my feet with ease. “I apologize,” he said calmly, as if this was the most logical solution in the world. “We can get another one tomorrow.” I immediately shook my head, my expression serious. “No. We don’t need it tomorrow. We need it now. It would be useless tomorrow.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “Why?” I stared at him for a second, equally confused by his confusion. “Huh? Because it’s your birthday,” I said slowly, as if explaining something obvious. “People need cakes on their birthdays. It’s like an unwritten rule.”

A couple of hiccups here and there and the occasional fight needing to be broken up but overall I’m having an absolute blast. I’m just finishing my umpteenth drink when the music comes to an abrupt stop. People start to whine but then I see the crowd part as my parents carry out a massive six-tier birthday cake with sparklers on it. I smile wide as everyone starts singing me happy birthday. The cake is absolutely stunning, too pretty to even eat. It’s a white cake with gold swirls decorated over the white and each tier base is surrounded by roses. I get close to it, and it smells…oh my Goddess it smells divine. There’s a white buttercream frosting but on the inside, I can smell chocolate and