Black Cake Book Novels & Stories

This morning Blakely was acting normal as if nothing happened last night. She wakes up early as usual and cooks in the kitchen. The chocolate cupcakes were still on the cooling rack, looking even more pathetic than the name she had given them, sadness cupcakes. She then took the cupcakes and placed them on the kitchen counter. She needed to turn it into a happiness cake this morning so she could eat it with Arthur. The kid will surely be happy to get the cute cakes. So she decided to decorate the top of the cake with buttercream and sprinkles of colorful sprinkles to make the cake even more interesting to eat.

Placing the cakes to the table, her fingers intertwined behind her. “Here’s what i’ve been working on for next week” There was a crack in her voice before she cleared her throat. “There’s the Mint Chocolate, the Hazelnut Almond cake which is quite exquisite although tasty not so much. Less sugar because your mother—“ “She loves sugar” He interrupted flatly and Isa hummed.

The first piece she cut, she handed to Andrew. "I don't like sweets," he said, holding a cigarette. "So many issues," Isabella muttered, picking up a fork to eat herself. Black Swan is a high-end brand of cake, and its taste was naturally good. Sweet but not cloying, it melted in the mouth. After eating a piece, Isabella still wanted more. Licking her lips, she said, "It's very sweet and not cloying. Are you sure you don't want..." Before she could finish the word 'eat,' Andrew kissed her.

Camilla reasoned. “You have the keys, don't you?” “I do.” Camilla snorted. “Please get it.” Ruby made her best puppy eyes. Camilla dragged her foot back into the bakery and Ruby followed her. Camilla picked the key from the counter and went back to open it. “Let me grab something from my bag quickly,” Ruby excused herself before Camilla could talk. She went back into the room, and after ensuring that Camilla was not following she opened her bag and poured a white powder into the batter and stirred it.

She hung her head, looking defeated. “Hey, I’m sure there is something you can do with the rest of the batter.” I said, trying to cheer her up. I never liked seeing a girl cry, but damn they were awful. “Do you have the recipe?” “I’m not supposed to show anyone outside of the bakery it.” “I’m sure for today, the owner would understand.” Heather showed me a book on the counter. “Here it is..” I read over the ingredients quickly. Gosh, if she had followed this right, they would have been some amazing brownies. “How many more trays were you going to make in that batter?”

Kitty smiled inward. Kitty took it out of the bag, the paper bag looked like the ones in a bookstore, but the cake looked homemade. The rectangular aluminum foil pan was as big as Kitty’s hand. Pieces of chopped strawberries sank on top of creamy frosting. The icing was slightly smudged on the cover since it rested on its side but was still enticing. “Thanks, mom!” “Glad you like it, dear,” the old lady said sadly. Bianca was on the opposite end of the unit, back facing Kitty in front of the static television. She was busy looking at the hamster cage. Kitty went towards her, but Bianca didn’t turn.

I tap on the open page in front of him, and he looks down. "Oh fuck!" He exclaims, shutting the book and he looks at the cover. ‘NAUGHTY BAKES AND TREATS’ reads the title. And I can't help but burst out laughing at his expression. "What the hell is this book even doing in the kitchen? I don't know who to blame, Xander or Alexia and Ashton?" "Don't be embarrassed, Alpha Arkham. It's cute as fudge," I giggle as I wink at him. And he joins in, shaking his head.

“On whether you have mixes stashed away somewhere, or if I’m tasting the real thing…made with actual butter and all that.” Hiding a smile, Abby asked. “And just how many of these cake slices would you need, to make up your mind?” Max pretended to think. “I’m thinking…at least ten.” “Ten!” Abby snorted. “Well, there’s chocolate, red velvet, Black Forest, Boston, carrot cake—” “You lost me at carrot cake.” Abby wrinkled her nose. “What the hell is wrong with carrot cake?” “Yuk! Buy yourself a ready-made version because I ain’t making it, buddy. Oh, and if you want me to bake you ten whole cakes, then get ready for me to put your lardy ass to work in my yard because it’ll take months to shift a

Jack tasted the last cake and loved it even when we didn’t bake it with so much ingredients, this time around he should be getting ready to bite off his fingers because I’m about to bake the best cake of the century. The kitchen was cozy and the early morning sun was beginning was rise, streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the kitchen. I excitedly flipped through the cake recipe book I got from my mother to be sure I wasn’t missing anything, I settled for on a decadent chocolate cake, knowing that Jack would never get enough of it if he takes a bite from it.