Black Cake Novels & Stories

, he says as the cake reaches toward them. The cake is as delightful to the senses as it is to the palette. At its heart lies a sumptuous chocolate core, a rich and indulgent surprise hidden within. This chocolate inside is like a secret treasure, waiting to be discovered by those who delve into the cake's layers. The exterior of the cake is a canvas of the softest pink frosting, a hue that whispers of gentle affections and joyous celebrations. It’s not just a color but an emotion, one that evokes the tender bloom of a spring rose under the morning sun.

Queen Chloris motions to the maids and signs, asking them to retrieve the cake. The maids, swiftly responding to Queen Chloris' signal, quickly swam off and soon returned, swimming in perfect synchronization. They carefully carried a tray with a beautifully adorned cake, expertly balancing it. With gentle movements, they placed the cake at the end of the honored table. The icing on the cake is a colored translucent gel, creating a captivating visual effect. The actual cake itself is of a dark opaque color, making it a bit challenging to discern the exact shades before it is cut. The cake consists of three tiers, showcasing its elegance and grandeur.

Lava cakes resting in ramekins. Shortbread cookies dusted lightly with powdered sugar. Caramel tarts glossy and rich. Ava stared at our station. “That’s illegal.” Alaric folded his arms calmly. “We followed instructions.” “You made a whole menu!” “We are efficient.” Malik tasted one of our shortbread cookies. His eyes widened. “Okay, that’s unfair.” Zendaya sliced into her red velvet cake. Perfect crumb. Denise presented her éclairs with quiet pride. My dad placed his cake at the center.

I stood in the middle of the bakery thinking which cake to choose. Mami said that he likes chocolate cake, but they don't have it here, only red velvet and vanilla sponge cake. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, How can I guy like sweet things like chocolate cake? Don't they normally loves things bitter like black, strong coffee?. I smile at myself for the thought, cause that is what I normally read in novels.

Nothing scared her because nothing was more frightening than the threat of her. “Wow. He’s a total badass.” I gasped. Madison returned to the room with two trays stacked on each other. The one on top had the cake and a knife. The bottom had the plates and forks. “If you want a drink you have to get it yourself.” She said. I took the top tray and we went to cut the cake. It was a perfect choice for her birthday. A Black Forest cake. She loved cherries, chocolate, and whipped cream. I wondered who picked it.

But no one was there, except for all those unknown formally dressed tattoo freaks Italian Mafia's. Tsk...Tsk...Tsk... My poor mind.. Maybe I'm missing my old life... Certainly old is the gold... Huuuhhhhh... Sighed, I turned back and picked up the plates full of all kinds of savory items that I can't wait anymore to have. Tightly holding the plate in my left hand, I used my other hand to eat the delightful item on my serving. It was a type of black forest cake, coated with lava of melting chocolate and on top layered with yummy toppings.

He was so collected, more mature and accomodating. "He did?" I was surprised that Draks even talks about me with his brother. "He always does..."I am sure my eyes twinkled. "Let's see what it's available then we can use that..." "Good news DanielThere is white sugar, eggs, vanilla extract, flour,baking powder,milk,apples and definitely salt.This is enough to have us a cake..."I placed them on the counter and threw Daniel an apron,"Are you ready?" "It's sounds like hell of an interview..."

I steal a glance at Amara, hoping to get some confirmation of my theory. Amara catches my meaning and gives me a tiny nod. I’m not going to take advantage of Alyssa by any means. However, I may use this opportunity to press… a little more. “What kind of cake does Anne prefer?” I inquire politely. “Marble cake,” Alyssa sighs. “And what is that?” She giggles. “I guess that might be an American thing. It’s just a white cake mix with chocolate mixed in. You kind of run a knife through the batter, swirling it around and making it marbled. Marble cake with chocolate frosting.” Alyssa sighs.

Kitty smiled inward. Kitty took it out of the bag, the paper bag looked like the ones in a bookstore, but the cake looked homemade. The rectangular aluminum foil pan was as big as Kitty’s hand. Pieces of chopped strawberries sank on top of creamy frosting. The icing was slightly smudged on the cover since it rested on its side but was still enticing. “Thanks, mom!” “Glad you like it, dear,” the old lady said sadly. Bianca was on the opposite end of the unit, back facing Kitty in front of the static television. She was busy looking at the hamster cage. Kitty went towards her, but Bianca didn’t turn.

She laughed, “Well it didn’t slip any of ours.” She went into the kitchen and brought out a big sheet cake with a black wolf in the center. It read, “Happy Birthday Zariah and Onyx.” I loved that she included my wolf in the message. I smiled, “Thank you so much. This is really sweet of you.” She handed a knife to me and I started slicing it. I gasped, “I love chocolate cake. Is that strawberries between the layers?” Grandma Izzy nodded, “Sure is. I made the whole thing from scratch.”