Black Cake Novels & Stories

he beamed. "Yep." I smiled and headed straight for the kitchen. I began preparing for the different cakes and I kept in mind the cake that I was going to make Ali. It was a kind of cake but it wasn't quite. It was a fluffy and light cake made with dark chocolate and the sponge would melt almost instantly in the mouth. It wasn't too bitter but I knew that Ali didn't particularly like sweet things either. "Here, try this." I held up a small fork full of cake covered with powdered sugar to Trace. He bit into it enthusiastically and gasped. "It's so fluffy!" he squealed.

I paused as I took in the bitter flavor. I slowly looked down at the cake. "It's not the same?" I asked slowly as I looked at the darker colored brown cake. It almost looked black. The Goddess ignored me and grabbed a fork full of the cake and brought it to my mouth. "Here you go my queen." She whispered softly. "Can I get the other kind?" I asked slowly. "After you eat this one." She said as she pushed the fork into my mouth before I could say anything else or close my mouth.

Athena's POV ''The flavour of the cake?'' The baker asks us and I turn my head to look at Alex and he does the same. We both just stare at the cakes in awe. We really don't know which once. After tasting almost all of the cake, I kind of got confused. There's this red velvet cake, chocolate cake, vanilla cake, cheese cake, rainbow cake. ''Um... would you give us a moment?'' I try to smile at the baker but he rolls his eyes before walking away. I breathe out, ''Okay, so, which one?'' I turn to Alex.

She said and the maids now came serving all the cakes that she baked. "Woah, the designs are impressive." Amber commented. "She's the best," Gabe proudly said. "This is the vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, mango graham cake, and the ube cake. You guys must try it all," she said and allowed them all to dig in. "This is a lot of sugar. You're ruining my diet," Gavin uttered but tried everything though. "You know what, I can eat this everyday. It's not so sweet but it's also not bland. You got the perfect measure for everything," Leo commented while nodding to all the cakes that she baked.

"True. He's more of a dark chocolate, kind of guy." I tap my chin, studying the options. My stomach growls at the strawberry shortcake, but this isn't about me. This is about him. "What about that one?" I point at a sleek black-and-gold cake on display, chocolate ganache with gold leaf scattered across the top. Elegant, understated, a little dramatic. Basically, Luciano in dessert form. Samantha whistles. "Damn. That looks expensive." "Perfect." I grin. "We'll take it."

I took a bowl, bet two eggs, some whole wheat flour, milk, sugar( since grandma isn't diabetic), a bit of vanilla essence, grated carrot and mixed all of them well in same circular motion so to get that fluffy and spongy texture of my cake. As soon as the OTG beeps, I took out the freshly baked cake, topped it with melted white chocolate and some fresh strawberries. I don't like adding preservatives or food colors, those disrupt the quality of the food items. As soon as I presented my desert to grandma, she was mesmerized. ' good job Shan' I mentally patted myself. " ummmm.. it's wonderful.. and how do you get this texture from whole wheat flour?? " she was stunned. Well that's my mom's reci

Everything else is dinner. The cake is exactly what I wanted. Three tiers, brown butter sponge, mascarpone cream, a thin layer of bitter orange between each tier. Simple exterior, no piping, just texture and fresh figs on top. Celeste would approve. Mrs. Kowalski definitely approves because she has two slices and doesn't comment, which from her is the highest possible praise. At nine people start leaving in the warm way people leave good things, slowly and with long goodbyes in the doorway.

The baker informed Min of our progress. "I see I wasn't completely missed," HE expressed. "We only decided on the flavors," I informed. "What flavors?" He asked. "Strawberry and vanilla," I replied. "I like chocolate cake," HE said. "Can that get added?" He asked. I turned to look at him. "You like chocolate cake?" I asked him. "Yes I do, do you have a problem with chocolate cake?" He asked me. "yes who likes chocolate cake?" I asked.

LUKE MATTHEW BLACK AND WHITE Mystery… My very first case! I’ve never felt such tremendous adrenaline as when I went to rescue Janden. I want to feel it again; the rush, the thrill, and the way it felt like it’s just me against the world— it was amazing. And if this insulting, unpleasant child will give me this high school adventure I’ve been yearning for, then I’ll stick with her. Hibara White Cake is the detective; a magnet of tragedy after all.

"Noted." An hour later, and Kate is true to her word. She threatens to stab me with her fork when I reach for a second bite of one of the cakes she declares to be "almost as amazing as sex," although by the expression she makes I'd almost swear that if I weren't in the room she'd tell the chef it was absolutely more amazing than sex. It's all a blur to me, a parade of confections with ridiculous names, like Quadruple Dark Chocolate Frosted Sugar Dream and Frosted Raspberry Afternoon Delight and Caramel Bavarian Custard Pie and Sweet Pink Champagne.