Black Cake Online Novels & Stories

“Please pardon me, Calla. Would you please elaborate on the ingredients you used to make this cake?” Calla grins at her instantly definitely happy that one of us was paying attention to the detailed ingredients. “Certainly, sweetie! To give it that warm, cozy flavor, we use ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice. Additionally, we added a premium combination of Colombian coffee and deep, dark chocolate to make the mocha buttercream. Honestly, it’s a match made in cake heaven.”

Zren let out an awkward smile, "I'm sorry I know you guys are closing but can I still buy cakes? Don't worry I'll add extra payment." Everyone in the bakery looked at each other, after a few minutes they nodded in unison and gladly agreed. "What do you want Ma'am?" The guy who was holding a mop in his hand asked. Zren let out a sigh of relief, she then replied, "I want one each on strawberry, chocolate, and ube cake." Zren added ube flavored cake because of Yashi, she liked it very much. The staff work efficiently because there were already finished products in the inventory.

But Alex didn’t bring any back, leaving the child quite disappointed. Michelle also craved the delicious treat, so she decided to use Lizzy's wish as an excuse to satisfy her own cravings. With Alex returning to work and presumably busy, she didn't expect him to bring cake after work, so she decided to treat herself and Lizzy. Both ordered their preferred cakes. Michelle chose an Earl Grey Tea Lava Cake, while Lizzy went for a Black and White Chocolate Cake. Michelle also ordered a latte for herself and a warm milk for Lizzy.

he called, sounding both worried and a little angry. I turned my face a bit, as I didn't feel like chatting with anyone, especially not with one I didn't like much. But he didn’t care. “I got you something,” he said, taking a deep breath and holding out a small white box wrapped up with a thin blue ribbon. I frowned. “What is that?” He smiled and lifted the lid, letting me get a good look at what was inside. For me, nothing beats raspberry vanilla cake. From Petra’s Bakery. You could hardly find any these days. Sold out before noon. Only made twice a week. Confusion made me stare at it, with a lot of emotions inside me.

“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?”

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.

The baker was more interested in Ivan than she was in the flavor we ended up picking. And Ivan knew this, because he had her eating out of his hand, and this time I didn’t hide the eye roll. He had a disgusted expression at the Lemon olive oil, intrigued at the Almond sponge, a ‘not bad’ head shake at the Hazelnut praline. I have no idea why I was studying his expressions, including the micro ones so closely. “Dark chocolate and espresso, this is your jam.” he nudges me when we try the cake.

“Will you come with me?” There was a long pause. Then he nodded, his voice soft. “Alright.” Zack pulled the car around. As we drove, Kane wore a low cap and a mask, clearly uncomfortable being in public. I slipped on a mask too, and we slipped into the mall without drawing attention. At the entrance, the smell of sweet cream hit me like a memory to the face. There it was. The Cake Boutique. Black Forest. The one cake I could never have. My feet stopped before I realized it, eyes locked on the glass display. There it sat—rich chocolate, creamy layers, glossy cherries on top.

"What cake, sir. So the order is a month in advance, sir." “I want a three to the five-tier wedding cake, with white color and lots of diamonds from the cake.. so what my request is… I want a big round cake… but thin, made of crispy pastry…and in it there is a lot of Nutella jam ." "Yes, sir." "For what?"

"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."