Black Cake Book Novels & Stories

Chris whispered earning confused stares from Dean and I. "Do you think it's edible?" Dean asked quietly. Well, we all got back to me and my best friend's house and decided to try something out. Baking. Bad idea. We made use of a cook book and we were still confused on how to bake a red velvet cake. We made a mess of our kitchen, I was pretty sure there were eggshells in the cake mix due to Dean's terrible skills in breaking an egg. The cake mix was more than the pan we had, so instead of using two different pans we tried to fit it all it one pan.

"I agree with you, dad. Let’s try another flavour." I gasped. "That’s rude. This is a very sophisticated flavour!" Genevieve stifled a laugh and slid the next plate containing a rich, dark brown slice forward. "This is a dark chocolate sponge cake with whiskey-infused ganache with a salted caramel swirl." Calix’s eyes lit up before he could say a word, but the expression on his face was a complete endorsement. He took one bite and leaned back with a groan that could be termed inappropriate. "Now that... that’s a cake."

" You better never let her go." " I won't." I promised, my voice thick with emotion as she opens the book and shows me the velvet cake recipe. She leaves me to it after warning me to not destroy any of her other kitchen appliances. Ten minutes later and the batter this time taste a bit better. Not perfect but better. After putting it in the oven I waited with impatient breaths until it was ready. I cringed when I saw how flat and ugly it looked. " Fuck." I groaned, throwing my head back in frustration. This won't do. Another try again I suppose.

But I also had a fully paid, custom-commissioned cake threatening to go soft at the edges, and the invoice to prove it. The moment I reached the grand double-door entrance, a man in a sleek black suit and a headset stepped into my path. He had the kind of expression that said he’d rather be anywhere else. Probably cleaning the chandelier crystals with a toothbrush. While blindfolded. “Invitations only,” he said without blinking. “I’m the baker,” I said, already out of breath. “I have a delivery for the Blackwood party, custom triple-tier cake. Macadamia praline base. Your client will flip if this....”

Kael said, filling a pot with clear water and beginning to ask it riddles in binary. I went for the main event. I decided to bake the Literalizer a cake. A "Cake of Infinite Why." I used the Essence of Déjà Vu, so each step felt familiar yet wrong. I measured flour not by cups, but by the volume of a good secret. I sweetened it not with sugar, but with the anticipation of sugar.

" You better never let her go." " I won't." I promised, my voice thick with emotion as she opens the book and shows me the velvet cake recipe. She leaves me to it after warning me to not destroy any of her other kitchen appliances. Ten minutes later and the batter this time taste a bit better. Not perfect but better. After putting it in the oven I waited with impatient breaths until it was ready. I cringed when I saw how flat and ugly it looked. " Fuck." I groaned, throwing my head back in frustration. This won't do. Another try again I suppose.

“Only as much as you deserve.” I padded barefoot into the kitchen, tying my apron as I went. I didn’t shower first, this would take a while and I needed to do it now that I still had the energy. Alfred had already laid out the necessary ingredients—flour, sugar, butter, eggs. I glanced at the order sheet again: a three-tier chocolate cake for a 10-year-old named Olivia. Her mom wanted butterflies and gold dust, I had told her I’d make it myself, and I was determined to make it magical.

Rachel pointed out. “Yeah. I’m picking this one for mine and Dalton,” Anna went over to the baking station with a strawberry theme. “We're baking a strawberry shortcake. How about you?” “I think I’m going to stick to cupcakes. I didn’t know about the event, so I’m not really prepared. I’m sure there’s a baking cookbook here somewhere.” Rachel searched the stations and thankfully got one. “Right, who would your partner be?” Anna asked. “Partner?” Rachel repeated as she stopped midway from flipping a page on the cookbook.

Summer asked. Starlight shook her head. “I was going to bake a black forest cake...” She covered her mouth. “You have everything?” Summer asked, hopping up and opening the refrigerator. She nodded, pointing. “The recipe?” Meghan asked. “The red cookbook,” she pointed. “I’m on it,” Meghan said, squeezing her shoulder gently. Summer turned off the overhead lights. “Better?” Starlight nodded. “Can you see?” she asked, peering through bloodshot eyes. “Yep,” Summer said, already pulling out bowls.

Sylvia had made her sister’s wedding cake herself, using instructions from an old 1930s family cookbook. She’d been tired but so happy when she’d fallen into bed at dawn. But now, beneath Xavier’s eyes, the decorations no longer seemed beautiful. She saw how flimsy it all was, how shabby a send-off for her second-youngest sister. Becky had seemed delighted when she saw the decorations and slightly tilted wedding cake that morning. But what else could she have done, knowing how hard her family had tried to give her a nice wedding when there was never a dime to spare?