Black Cake Charmaine Wilkerson Novels & Stories

He mentioned it to piss her off, but only sadness could be seen in her eyes. “It tastes the same,” “It’s his son,” “Kyle is a baker?” Charlene exclaimed. She smiled and then leaned to the couch, staring at the butter cookie in her hand. “Who would have thought he’d be a baker? I knew he would be a butcher when he always picked a fight with your father’s knights only to get his butt beaten up,” Weiss chuckled. He recalled the man ranting to him and Charlene as he unwillingly helped his father in baking cookies. He would always mention how he hated the smell of butter and how flour made his clothes dirty.

“I can’t even reach my toes anymore, let alone handle two of these little troublemakers at once.” “Fear not, Kamrynn dear. You have me.” Rmonica said confidently, then added with a teasing tone, “at least your cravings are still manageable, right?” I froze for a second before giving her a sheepish look. “Speaking of cravings…” Rmonica narrowed her eyes playfully. “Let me guess. Pickles and peanut butter again?” I wrinkled my nose. “No, thank the goddess. I was actually thinking of black forest cake.” “Black forest cake?” Rmonica repeated, her tone exaggeratedly scandalized. “Kamrynn, you’ve been holding out on me. Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

I went outside trying to keep a polite smile… until I saw my loving Grandma casually chatting with a driver she previously called a “gangster”. I walked closer and got absolutely stunned. The fearsome guy in the black suit was eating a piece of cheesecake my Grandma made! “The secret is to wait until the biscuit gets a little colder… only then you should add the layer of cheese melted with pudding and milk,” she was telling him her recipe for the cake. My jaw literally dropped. That guy, who looked like Caucasian Shepard looking at my Granny – the barking Chihuahua, was eating the cake she brought for him on a white-pink plate, and kept nodding his head trying to memorize her words.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

I still don’t know where Sebastian went after dinner. “Actually can we make a stop?” I lean forward. “There’s a bakery on Fifth Street.” The bakery is just opening, the baker inside pulling trays from the ovens. She unlocks the door and smiles when she sees me even though I must look absolutely wrecked. “Can I help you?” “Do you have any chocolate raspberry cakes?“ “You’re in luck.” She disappears into the back and returns carrying a round cake covered in dark chocolate ganache. “This is from yesterday but it’s still perfect. Special occasion?”

" Amelia asked as she put a napkin on her lap and turned her face towards the old lady. "What - nothing..." she said stammered as if back from the trance. Nobody.. literally nobody had the guts to call him by his first name and here this little girl is calling him by his first name as if she's his woman or a close friend. "Mr Black went away for a business.." she spoke in a polite tone to which Amelia pouted and said, "Oh bad. I was hoping for breakfast with Kristopher." Again? Helena was seriously disturbed because she hasn't heard anybody calling her master by his name.

--- From that point on, Black started appearing at the mansion more often. He didn’t come just to see the kids or check on his stepbrother anymore. Sometimes he brought food for Charlene and the children. Other times, he walked straight into the kitchen as if the place were already familiar to him. One afternoon, he cooked kaldereta. The rich aroma, slightly spicy and savory, filled the entire mansion. Charlene was the first to taste it. She smiled—genuinely, without pretense. “This is really good! I didn’t know you could cook,” she said honestly.

She ran to greet me with a hug and my usual cup of hot chocolate. " Erica you wont believe who just called in for a wedding cake order..." I genuinely smiled at her and grabbed my cup with a carrot and peacan muffin. " Good Morning Mikayla .Who ?" "Lisa Rose . " I darted my eyes from side to side and chuckled . "The model?" " Yeah like soon to be Mrs Hugo Black. " " She eats cake ? " "Well she'd like to talk to you about making a weight friendly wedding cake"

Emily Warner “Oh my god! What happened here? I was gone for 20 minutes.” I heard a booming voice behind me, making me jump a little. I turned around to see a shirtless Carter, with messy hair looking around and trying to figure out if a cyclone went through my kitchen. “I thought I could sit around and mop about Hank or..” “Destroy your kitchen?” He asked and he looked at the mess that I’ve managed to make fifteen minutes after stepping inside the kitchen.

Kayla Kayla made a new friend. Her name was Charlotte Jackson and she was editor of the school paper. She had sat with her in her last class which was Chemistry. They had to miss some liquids in some tubes. Apparently they had done it before but Kayla had no idea what was going on. Luckily for her, Charlotte came to her rescue and they missed their samples together. Charlotte was an African American with shiny skin and black curly hair. She laughed loudly and easily and Kayla felt drawn to the charm of her laugh. She told Kayla that she had been attending 'The Hills' all her life which basically meant since high school. She had a lot to tell Kayla about the hills she said. It was an interes