Black Cake Novels & Stories

Carmen said giggling "I have prepared his own share like you asked me to wrap it in the red paper box and and the black dripping to it. He would like that, I guess because it is very beautiful and sweet. I've had enough of the cake already while baking, but let's go eat it officially, you guys should have a taste now." That laughed loudly at Anita's words and followed her to the Kitchen. The cake was indeed very beautiful to behold, it was iced with black that formed the drip on the cake and it was soft on the inside. There was also some cake without icing.

I’d thought we were finished when she placed the steaks onto a pan to sear, but Violet had other ideas. “We’re making a black forest cake.” She said with such enthusiasm that I was unable to form a response. It made a bit more sense when she explained it was a chocolate cake. My mother hadn’t been wrong when she said I had a sweet tooth, but in between training and the jobs my father would send me on, there wasn’t much time or need for sweets. At one point in my life I had helped Graham sneak into the pantry, but that too had come to an end.

I smile up at her, “All good.” She reaches over and picks up a large birthday cake that has my eyes widening in surprise. How the hell did I not notice that? It looks delicious! Fluffy white meringue frosting covers the cake and white chocolate malt balls are placed on top. “No birthday is complete without a birthday cake, and I know how much you love white chocolate, so I got you a white chocolate mud cake with meringue frosting and a lemon buttercream filling,” she says proudly, waving the cake in front of me like a cape before a bull.

“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

His glance conveyed all his frustration, saying, ‘You young people and your newfangled tools! But then a smile appeared on his face and he mumbled, “At least, the cake is good.” Milli laughed as he took another huge forkful, eyes shining his pleasure at the flavor. “It’s called black velvet, a buttermilk cake flavored with dark cocoa powder and espresso. It is my friend’s birthday today and this was his favorite. I left one for him in another friend’s freezer as a surprise.” “You’re a very good person, young lady,” Ben said softly. “And an excellent baker.”

Ethan stared at her for a moment before a tender smile slowly appeared on his lips. “What do you want this time?” he asked softly. Then his tone turned slightly stern despite the warmth in his eyes. “But you have to finish your food first.” Belle quickly nodded. “Yes… I’ll finish everything, promise,” she said obediently before leaning slightly closer. “And I want strawberry cheesecake, please.” Then she glanced around at her classmates. “Can my classmates have some too?” she added quietly. Even though she spoke softly, everyone still heard her perfectly clearly. Ethan’s expression softened even more.

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--

It had a list of cakes and images next to them along with the name and description of each cake. “The two I’ve brought for us to sample first is a cheese vanilla cake with mixed berry compote and crushed raspberry cream and the second is a lemon-scented cake with classic cream cheese and lemom-zested cream,” Kristina says as she points from the white and red layered slice with a dark purple cream to the yellow and white layered slice.

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

Tony said gruffly, then winked down at Gemma. “Please, guys. I just ate one of Mom’s cinnamon rolls,” Kyle groaned. “I bet you ate the middle one too, didn’t you?” Gemma teased. “Don’t worry, she made a whole cake pan.” “Good. The middle ones are my favorite ones.” “Too bad Dad ate the other one,” Kyle replied. Gemma let out an exaggerated groan and pretended to faint. “But I need that one," she whined. "It has the most frosting, and they’re never as done as the ones on the outside,”