Black Cake Novels & Stories

A few hours later, after more dancing, eating, and drinking, Bree found herself on a blanket under a full moon on the beach with the man she loved, two glasses, a bottle of champagne, two forks, and the top tier of Trent’s wedding cake. It was delicious. “You know, it took her about a month to decide what flavors of cake she wanted,” Trent said between bites. They weren’t bothering with plates. The cake sat on its original platter between them on the blanket, the gorgeous detail in the white frosting visible in the moonlight. It was a German chocolate flavor with buttercream frosting, and Bree might’ve eaten the entire tier herself if Trent hadn’t been there, and she hadn’t already stuffed h

Jones cleared her throat. "Because chocolate cake is boring. Red velvet is pretty, but too many people will do it." Angelina scrunched her little nose as she glanced between us. Then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh...wait, what about a strawberry lemonade cake, instead?" Damien raised his brows. "That's a thing?" "Yup!" Angelina nodded, confident. "It's pink and yellow and has icing that tastes like summer." "Are you sure?" I asked, titling my head slightly as I stared at Angelina.

The old woman replied. "But it is not all bad, grandmother. There are plenty of things that we cannot see in our pack. We even brought food from the city. I store some of them in our refrigerator. Wait here, let me serve it to you." Luna uttered and went to the kitchen. Luna prepared three plates of black forest cake. She first deliver one plate to Elder Lou who was playing with Selene. "I do not know why they call it a black forest cake but it really tastes delicious." Luna uttered as she gave another plate to her grandmother.

She says as we nod and dig into it. “Wow! These are definitely rich people-flavored cakes because what is that name?” Shayna said and we all laughed at her snarky comment I gave a little nudge telling her to be serious Once we were done, she removed the plates once again “This is gingerbread cake with mocha buttercream.” Mocha! I was moaning internally as I tasted the cake and she went on telling us the ingredients used but I was not paying attention. I think the only person who was paying attention to anything was Hazel.

Hence, the covert operation: baking her a surprise birthday cake and finalizing our party plans. The ingredients lay sprawled on the counter: flour, sugar, eggs, chocolate, vanilla extract, and a myriad of decorations. I’ve decided on a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting—her absolute favorite. As I start mixing the batter, a shadow unexpectedly looms over me. Startled, I nearly drop the whisk. Turning around, I’m met with the piercing gaze of Karl. He stands there, his arms crossed, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity evident in his brown eyes.

"Of course, after all, Grandpa is my biggest client ever!" Bianca teasingly smiled. Frost knew she was comforting herself and felt moved, but he remained expressionless. He just brought over a plate of small cake and placed it in front of Bianca. It was a small cake that could be finished in three bites. The cake was made with Italian cassava, and decorated with Irish cream and finger lime. The finger lime looked like translucent caviar seeds but tasted like honeydew. The base of the cake was made with Perignon Champagne sabayon. Besides the cake, there was also a gold leaf and a piece of light blue glass on the side.

Mike was so much excited to Milka, lately they have been busy planning for their wedding, and so they had no time for themselves. Their cake was already ready, so the matron allowed them to have cake testing. Mike picked a piece and ate, Milka and Ivana stared at him, waiting to see his reaction before they could eat a piece too. It was a black forest cake. Mike closed his eyes and moaned, the cake was so sweet according to the moan. “I like this, will tomorrow's cake taste like this?” Mike asked. “Yes, this is the taste you asked for,” The matron replied.

I asked with an amused tone. “Pasta of all sorts, from scratch,” he added the last part and I chuckled, “rice pilaf, puréed soup, crème brulèe, and I make a mean black forest cake.” “Black forest cake?” “Chocolate cake soaked with cherry juice and topped with a cherry whipped cream spread,” he described. “My mouth is watering already,” we shared a laugh. “I’ll make it for you sometime,” his tone was so polite and simple. I nodded my head, “I’d love that.”

But I also had a fully paid, custom-commissioned cake threatening to go soft at the edges, and the invoice to prove it. The moment I reached the grand double-door entrance, a man in a sleek black suit and a headset stepped into my path. He had the kind of expression that said he’d rather be anywhere else. Probably cleaning the chandelier crystals with a toothbrush. While blindfolded. “Invitations only,” he said without blinking. “I’m the baker,” I said, already out of breath. “I have a delivery for the Blackwood party, custom triple-tier cake. Macadamia praline base. Your client will flip if this....”

“Do you think he killed your father?” “Good-bye, Gail.” “Wait a minute,” she said. “We haven’t talked payment.” “Triple-chocolate, peanut butter, pecan brownies?” “What? You can actually do that?” Her voice sounded breathless. “A baker’s dozen?” I asked. “As much as it pains me to say this, no. I want something else this time.” My payback alarm blared like an air-horn inside my head. “Brownies and black forest cake with mocha-caramel drizzle?”