Black Cake Charmaine Wilkerson Novels & Stories

156 Jasmine was cutting the veggies while the butter melted in the pan. Well, it had been melting for quite a while now on a hot flame. Black smoke was rising from the pan and the butter had almost evaporated, leaving a black charred circular lining in the center of the pan. That's not all. A cake had been baking in the oven behind her. It had also become black from over baking. There was a cloud of gray smoke inside the oven. The timer needed to be stopped.

I refuse to be broken or locked up in the cage of misery because the world awaits my coming. This is a new me" she proclaimed looking into a mirror. Becky arrived at Laura's earlier than usual that day. Immediately, they began to prepare. Balloons were blown and used to decorate the doors, windows and the table meant for the cake, lots of candles and light strings to decorate her room. They had also ordered a cake which had arrived, she placed the cake in the fridge while they decorated. She placed the light

Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho." Perfect. Maybe I could finally cover rent and get those econ textbooks. The campus bookstore wanted three hundred dollars for books I'd use for one semester. Highway robbery. I started walking toward my apartment, already mentally preparing for the night shift. Five hours of sleep if I was lucky. Then it was off to showering, heavy makeup, and costumes that came with rib breaking corsets. It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer

Charlotte glanced at it but did not pay Joan any attention, continuing with her tasks. "You should try this!" Joan insisted. Charlotte knew the cake had been given to her by Juliana earlier. She had no interest in it, so she did not even bother opening it. Joan, on the other hand, was happily munching away, eating more than half of it. "This cake is so delicious!" "Enjoy it. I’m going to take a bath," Charlotte said, taking out her clothes and changing into her usual clothes. Joan paused, food still in her mouth. "Come on, let's go soak in the hot springs!" she said, already planning to head out.

just text me wen you get here 😒 Cammy🙊: ite ma End of text convo "aye I found the dre-- is that Cam" "yeah we have an hour to get beautified" "okay that's a good amount of time, but i found the dresses which do you want to wear" She held up the black dress then the white dress, I feel if I wear the white dress it would make look even darker but the black dress might blend with my skin and someone will make a joke about how I look like I'm naked and I don't want to hea--

Celine smiled. “Me too,” Lena Hartley echoed. “Aunt Lena, thank you for providing the desserts for our wedding,” Serena said to Alice’s mom. “It’s my pleasure,” Lena said. “I also get to feature my creations in a high-profile wedding.” Sterling was already digging into his cake. He nodded in agreement and said, “I don’t know. I prefer the fruit cake.” “Me too,” Xavier agreed. “Fruit cake is my favorite too,” Bianca said, smiling.

CONTINUATION: MY ELDERLY F*CK TOY I followed him into the kitchen and placed the cake on the center island. While Mr. Charlie's back was turned pulling plates and forks from the cabinets and drawers, I swiftly and quietly yanked the top of my tank top down under my huge boobs and dragged my nipples through the whipped cream frosting creating edible white pasties. By the time Mr. Charlie turned around I was leaning against the island, elbows resting on the counter with my tits jutting forward, beckoning him for a taste

She laughed while putting the freshly baked cake on a cooling rack. Charlotte was petite and had pale blonde hair unlike her dark haired well built husband and son, but she had a radiant smile and bubbly personality that made her very likeable. "How about Kerrick and Kaleb? What flavor cake do they like?" She asked while looking over at our boys playing. "Um well," I said smiling at her eager curiosity. "Kerrick doesn't eat cake, he's Diabetic and Kaleb isn't very fond of sweets." "Oh!," Charlotte exclaimed before blushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

“Will you come with me?” There was a long pause. Then he nodded, his voice soft. “Alright.” Zack pulled the car around. As we drove, Kane wore a low cap and a mask, clearly uncomfortable being in public. I slipped on a mask too, and we slipped into the mall without drawing attention. At the entrance, the smell of sweet cream hit me like a memory to the face. There it was. The Cake Boutique. Black Forest. The one cake I could never have. My feet stopped before I realized it, eyes locked on the glass display. There it sat—rich chocolate, creamy layers, glossy cherries on top.

Kate had started baking. She loved Bastien’s kitchen—it was spacious and had everything she could possibly need. The mansion quickly filled with a sweet aroma. In a large pot, she was preparing hot chocolate with orange while pulling out a tray of freshly baked cookies and sliding another into the oven. She had little bags set aside and foam cups ready to be served. She was stirring the chocolate when a pair of hands slipped around her waist and Bastien’s face buried in her hair, inhaling her scent.