Black Cake Novels & Stories

Chantelle People always tell me; how cool it is to live in the upper East side of New York. It's great, don't get me wrong. I've lived my whole life here. Thanks to my parents. Dad has the most famous bakery in New York. He named it, 'Black's Bakery'. Yeah he changed it, since it's a family business, it fits more. Mom is one of the Best Seller around the world. Her book, about her story with dad made a fortune. Well uncle Cole has a best seller too, it's his little love story with aunt Bella. They are both amazing Writers.

I showed Natalie both choices, and she took pictures of them with her phone and emailed Shirly. "Now all we have to do is choose the cake flavors and whether you want a filling or not." Brax, can I ask you something? I linked him. What's up babe? What is your favorite flavor of cake and do you want custard or berry filling? Hmmm...I love devil's food cake and you choose whatever filling you like. Okay, love you. "We want Devi's food cake, 3 tiers, with huckleberry filling. White buttercream frosting and with a pair of wolves and the moon design."

“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.

I acknowledged,and Kristy nodded. “What should we do?” “We need a back up cake.” “A back up cake? Where will we find one?” I scratched my forehead as I searched for ideas. Where could we find a backup cake? “What kind of cake is it?” “ a six layered chocolate cake,but with silver icing.” Six layers…. No baker would have that on stand by. “I can get a backup cake,but it won't be as large.” “Faith will be very offended.” “It's the best we can do. I even doubt if I can get a four layered cake on such short notice.”

Ann smirked as Adam laughed heartily. "Ordinarily, I would be offended, but I'll let you off this time." He chuckled good-naturedly, "If this is what my Queen desires, then I shall hunt down the finest cake that I can find so that you can recover in peace" Adam grinned, bowing theatrically as she giggled at his antics. "Not just any cake though, Adam. Black Forest Gateaux specifically, okay?" she pouted as she allowed Adam to pull her close against his chest as he smiled down at her indulgently.

Roasted chicken, slow cooked pork tenderloin, ribs, steak, the spag that she always eat at least weekly and all the drinks that she might like it is prepared. For the cake I requested a triple layered chocolate cake with a sparklers attached on the side and a candle that 23 is written. Unfortunately I missed her 22nd birthday since I did not made a move immediately. I am a dumbass. We sang happy birthday to her and I literally loose 3 years of my life when she attempted to blow the sparklers. No sparklers on her next birthday. Damn Scott that is his idea. After she blows the candle Blake hands her a wrapped present. She opened it and inside is a sketchpad with various markers and a faber cas

"Why won't this work?" Luke stared. The kitchen looked like a war zone. Flour dusted the counters, something was charred on the stove, and Cass looked like he was about to set the building on fire. "What are you doing?" Luke asked slowly. Cass looked up, his hair messy, eyes wild. "I'm trying to make a damn cake, okay? A 'Welcome Home' cake for Bingley. But the chemistry is wrong and the gravity is off and I hate everything!" Luke looked at the smashed banana on the wall behind him. "Is the banana part of the recipe or a weapon?"

“Next stop, the cake!” “You got cake?” “Pretty face, there was no way I was going to throw you a surprise party without getting you cake.” He led me back to the kitchen. “You’ll have to read the note though.” He pulled out the note from beside the counter. “You’ve unwrapped each piece of the joy we could bake, but no birthday’s complete without a sweet cake. Find the third delight behind a cold door; It’s frosted and perfect, who could ask for more?” “Love the nursery rhymes by the way,” I teased as I opened the freezer to reveal a beautiful huge cake with purple frosting around it. I brought it out and Blake quickly decorated it with candles and the numbers 1 and 8 that he pulled out from t

Without even consciously making the decision, I find myself laying out the cake samples on the workstation in front of us. "We've got chocolate, strawberry, mocha, and orange sponge on this plate," I say, uncovering the samples. "And on this one we have traditional white cake, spice cake, lemon, and a rosewater pound cake. I also have several flavors of buttercream and ganache for you to try with each so you can pick the combinations you like best." His eyes roam over the small squares of cake, and the enthusiasm I see in his eyes affects me in a way it probably shouldn't.

"I've worked on it for the whole day. Please cut the cake for me. You don't have to celebrate. I will celebrate for you." She stopped in front of the table. There was a grin that appeared on her lips. “I was wondering if you liked the cake. I spent two hours in the shop waiting for this cake.” Bryan's eyes slowly moved to the cake. It was a cake made with dark chocolate. But the eye-catching side of the cake was the golden crown on top. It was glimmering, demonstrating its glory. "A crown?" he asked. She smiled while looking at the cake. "Yeah."