Black Cake Novels & Stories

Or it is because of the hot weather? "Oh baby, I was the one who mix the beer in that cake." That made Peach look at her full of disbelief. "You put an alcohol in that cake?!" She exclaim. Mourge calmly nodded. "Yup. Because why not? That cake is made for those broken hearted girls. It is named 'unchosen' because people who need to taste it have a bitter story." Thinking about Mourge's words, Peach cannot help but to wonder what happened between her and her ex.

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.

"I agree with you, dad. Let’s try another flavour." I gasped. "That’s rude. This is a very sophisticated flavour!" Genevieve stifled a laugh and slid the next plate containing a rich, dark brown slice forward. "This is a dark chocolate sponge cake with whiskey-infused ganache with a salted caramel swirl." Calix’s eyes lit up before he could say a word, but the expression on his face was a complete endorsement. He took one bite and leaned back with a groan that could be termed inappropriate. "Now that... that’s a cake."

On the way home, she grabbed dinner for Hope and herself. "Oh, you have some appetite..." Amelia raised both of her brows when she saw Hope was eating, carefree. "I'm hungry..." she replied and luckily Amelia brought extra Chinese food. "Amelia? Can you make me a chocolate fudge cake? I'm so craving for it..." Hope said when she gave a nod, finishing her food, standing up she walked to the kitchen and started making the cake. Amelia's phone beeped when she saw the text from her mother, she was astonished than ever.

said Sarah. "It's for me." Gray spoke again without having control of it. "Oh! Then you should probably try the chocolate one." Gray turned unwillingly to the waitress and said, "One chocolate, large. And do you have cakes?" "We have chocolate, black forest, pineapple, red velvet, strawberry, plum, butterscotch, lemon, banana and carrot cake, ma'am," the waitress responded. Gray looked at Sarah again. "Which one?" "Try black forest! It has whipped cream and a cherry on top." Sarah was almost drooling.

Edward remembered that Sasha didn't hate strawberries. He thought for a moment and asked the clerk again, "Do you have any low-sweetness snacks in your store?" "The baking ingredients we use in our store are 70 percent black chocolate, absolutely no cocoa butter substitutes, and there are tastings here for you to try." The tasting cake was divided, only the size of a coin, and was handed over by the clerk girl on a toothpick. Edward took the toothpick, pulled the mask down slightly, and quickly put the cake into his mouth.

She only needed to beautify the building to make it an attractive café. Beverley drove away from Beverly Hills. She still had a lot of work to do at Sweet Serenity. However, it is Brent’s birthday. She didn’t want this day to pass without giving him a special surprise. “I don’t have time to make a cake. Maybe I’d better buy one,” she muttered when she saw the cake shop across the street. She twisted the car into the cake shop. There were many types of cakes on display. Beverley looked around for a while before finally falling in love with the elegantly decorated rectangular black forest. Without hesitation, she immediately chose it.

The tea is placed on the tray and brought infront of lover's eyes. On the plate was a chocolate brownie without a gorgeous appearance. It was square and black with a few caramel-colored walnuts. It was a simple pastry, but it exuded a strong chocolate fragrance. Ash sliced ​​the cake and placed it on a plain porcelain plate, urging the other party to taste his results with excited eyes.

By the time I carried the tray back into the office, I had almost convinced myself this wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Almost. Employees accepted their cups gratefully. A few looked far too entertained by this situation. Traitors. Finally, I approached Zion’s office with the last cup. He barely looked up from his laptop as I placed it in front of him. Then he took one sip. And paused. Uh oh. “I drink my coffee black,” he said calmly. Silence. I blinked once. “No sugar.” I looked down at the cup. Cream. Sugar. Disaster. My soul temporarily left my body.

She went back into the room, and after ensuring that Camilla was not following she opened her bag and poured a white powder into the batter and stirred it. Immediately she made an attempt to walk away, the door of the bakery opened and Allen stepped in. “What are you doing? Who are you?”