Black Cake Book Summary Novels & Stories

When I returned, he had everything laid out and he was trying to measure flour on the small scale, his face contorted in a frown. He looked ridiculous, in the most adorable way. A Lycan king with his tall, muscular build towering over a bowl of dry ingredients. “The recipe is here,” he said, pointing to the cookbook. “It requires precise measurements. We must ensure the consistency is perfect. So…I have compared three separate historical werewolf recipes for this thing. They all vary slightly on the leavening agent.” I walked closer and looked at the recipe. It was a rich, chocolate 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.

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.

The news filled me with cautious hope. I went back to the ward, kissed Mum goodbye, and promised I’d return tomorrow. She protested as usual, but it was futile. I would be here — no matter what. On my way back, I spotted a small roadside thrift book stall. The colorful covers drew me in. As I browsed through the shelves, bumping gently into other customers, a green book caught my eye. The cover was filled with beautiful pastries. Bake Like a Pro: A Beginner’s Guide to Making Homemade Specials. I flipped through the pages, scanning the headings. It looked solid. I counted a few bucks and handed them to the old trader.

" 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.

" 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.

I said to him. “Everything is on the second shelf by your right child,” he said and left the kitchen quickly. I guess Luciano scared him away. I wriggled out of Luciano's grip and walked towards the shelf by my right to the second shelf. I took up my book to check all that would be for the butter ice cake and brought them all forward. I mixed the flour, sugar, baking powder, vanilla extract, and salt in a large bowl. I put in some eggs, milk, and vegetable oil and began to beat with an electric mixer on low speed until it became smooth.

they answered in unison. “Nine cakes?” “And it'll be really big so we'll have cake for a year,” Talia said. “Raspberry, lemon, vanilla. Double dark chocolate— "Ooh, and the spicy one we read about in the dragon book.” Kael quipped. “You want spicy cake?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly!” Talia said excitedly. "Honey, cake should be sweet not spicy." “But it would be unique and cool." "Dangerous” Kael stood up and made a fighting stance.

she says. “Priya or me or someone who comes later,” I say. She considers this. “Yes,” I say. “Someone who comes later.” She looks at her coffee. “The rum cake is from my grandmother, but she did not write it down.” “And you learned it by watching? “By watching and doing and getting it wrong fourteen times,” she says. “The fourteenth time, my grandmother said, ' Now you know it.” I look at her. “Write it down after the fourteenth wrong batch,” I say. “So whoever comes later does not have to do fourteen wrong ones first.”

As he leaned back, something on the shelf behind me caught his eye. “Is that yours?” he asked, pointing at the pale pink notebook with cupcake stickers along the edge. I followed his gaze. “Oh, that? Yeah. It’s kind of dumb.” He reached over and picked it up before I could stop him, flipping through the pages carefully. His expression changed as he read, a slow lift of his brows, a curious narrowing of his eyes. There were handwritten recipes, clumsy diagrams of cake layers, and notes like “try less sugar next time” or “lemon zest makes it pop more.”