Black Cake Novels & Stories

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

Me: can’t wait for you to get home Kennedy: on my way I inform our guests Kennedy will be here soon. We place the cupcakes arranged like a cake in the center of the table. Half the cupcakes have pink and the other half have blue centers. The baker placed the cupcakes tightly together, forming a circle. A giant black question mark adorns their white icing tops. I never saw a cupcake-cake until the bakery showed it to me this week. It is perfect. It looks like a cake, but the cupcakes can easily pull apart and consumed.

‎And she had no intention of being either. ‎So she buried it. ‎And became exactly what the world required her to be. ‎Unfeeling. ‎Unshakable. ‎Unbeatable. ‎La Veintiuna Negra.

Yes, yes, yes, I do like you. I am afraid to say the stronger word. -Virginia Woolf. |A L E E Z A| "No! He hates black." Lev shouted, rushing towards Anna who was all ready to set the black balloons. "Funny, how he always wears black." She retorted, handing the balloon to Lev before she walked upto the table where the cake would be cut. The cake is not here though, I have told Lev to check on the bakery once more tk get updates about the cake but he says that it is on the way, so I decided to believe him. Currently, I am helping Lev with the decorations.

“I will be right back.” In the kitchen, I sliced two chunks of the still-warm cinnamon cake I found cooling on the counter and set them on a tray along with two fresh glasses ofblemonade. Back outside, I handed one of the plates to Hope and placed herblemonade on the table beside her lounge chair before taking the seat by hers. “This is Alba’s signature cake.” Not bothering with the fork, I picked up the fat chunk I’d sliced for myself and bit into it. “God, it’s delicious.”

Winson took a small box from the table, walked to Blake and said, "Here, this is for you." Blake took it and opened it. There was a cake in it, and there was a complete word "Le" on it.

Dysis stretched back against the counter with crossed arms. "So what sort of cake did she like the most??" "Chocolate almond with raspberry jam," he remarked, his voice detached and nearly pleasant. "Is that what we're producing??" Alexander tilted his head. "No. That's hers. It is yours this one. Basic chocolate topped with vanilla icing. You enjoy classic works, I thought. Dysis nodded and stroked. She questioned, "Did you ever bake with anyone else?" Alexander's hand stopped as he went for the bowl of frosting. "No.

I ask Levi. "Anything with chocolate in it," he says, looking at the long list of wedding cakes. There are at least fifteen to choose from. Honestly, I can't decide on just one. The bakery owner gives Levi a taste of a dark chocolate cake with macadamia nuts and pistachio cream, which he seems to like. I, on the other hand, am drawn to the smell of a special cake made from an infusion of red berries, champagne and meringue. "It's one of our most popular cakes," says the woman, proudly.

I bite my lip before finally digging in. I gasp when the food touch my tongue. Shems, it feels like it also touch my heart. I look at the cake again. It's coton candy color cake with explosion of chocolate in the inside. "You like it?" Midnight ask. I pout and nodded my head. "It's not too sweet as what it should taste because of the look. It's actually Bittersweet." I never taste this kind of cake before. "Of course it's Bittersweet. I experimented that taste in our main cafè." Midnight proudly said. My eyes open wide while looking at her.