Cake By The Ocean Novels & Stories

In the corner sat a plate of peach cake—pale pink cream topped with crushed pistachios. Everything she loved. That bakery was in the north of the city, an hour's drive away. They had limited stock daily and required hours of queuing; often, even after waiting, they would be sold out. Whenever she craved it, she had to pay extra for a delivery service. Avery stared at the cake, her finger pausing at the edge of the sandwich plate. "When did you buy this?" "In passing," Dominic said. He was leaning back on the sofa, his tone flat, but his gaze remained fixed on the corner of her mouth.

Carlos POV Cupcake's birthday is around the corner. A small surprise party and the presence of her best friend will be perfect for her. Thus, I called Scarlet for the last few days and invited her to come over. I had prepared a room in the hotel for her and a private jet, but she refused the private jet politely. I'm not in the position to force her anyway. At least, she agreed to stay in the hotel as my treat. "Cupcake, I'm having a meeting outside. I want you to go back home first. I will see you at home after done with the meeting." I came closer to her. She was in her deep thought with a pen in her grip.

one of the children asked, wide-eyed. Standing beside the towering sandcastle cake was a round cake, designed to look like a slice of the ocean itself. The base of the cake was covered in smooth layers of ocean-blue fondant, ranging from deep azure at the bottom to lighter turquoise at the top, mimicking the gradient of the sea as it approached the shore. On top of the cake, delicate waves madeof whipped cream curled over one another, as though frozen in mid-motion. Tiny edible seashells, starfish, and pearls were scattered across the surface, glistening under the sunlight, while a few playful dolphins crafted from sugar appeared to leap through the creamy waves.

The maid hesitated, afraid that Pierce would be upset if they ate it. "Just throw it away," Samantha said as she walked over. Then, she threw the box with the cake in it onto the floor. The cake tumbled out, and fresh cream splattered everywhere. This was a cake that Millie had spent days searching for. She had tasted countless samples in Arbelton to find the perfect one. In the end, she'd settled on a sea-salt flavor cake, thinking that it would be less sweet and more refreshing. It seemed more like something that would appeal to Pierce's taste buds.

“We do." The councilwoman stood in the street, a silhouette in the dusk, scarf coiled like a snake on her shoulders. Carolina didn’t wave, but she watched until the figure vanished around the broken laundromat corner. That night, the bakery did triple business—everyone who’d ever loved it came, bringing children and strangers, bringing guitars and fire-breathing poets and tiny, hungry gods who came to test the bread and bewitch the jam. The bluebells sold out in an hour, the last of them made into a cake that was neither legal nor possible in other cities.

Did he ask me a question? "Huh?" I asked, looking clueless. He didn't seem to be phased by my clueless attitude. "Buddy and I were just getting ready to head to Treats, the bakery on Beach Street. Would you like to join us?" I knew the place he was talking about. It was a local favorite. They had a few alfresco tables and provisions for pets to feed too. People took their dogs there all the time. The bakery even offered specialty dog treats, and they kept water bowls outside for their canine visitors.

he'd asked, those big eyes so much like mine looking up at me with concern. "Yeah, buddy. It's RiRi." "You should say sorry and bring cookies. That's what you tell me to do." So here I was, mid-morning, headed to Erica's house with my crutches awkward under my arms and a peace offering in a paper bag—pastries from Flour & Co., the only bakery in the city that could possibly compete with The Sweet Spot. It was the thought that counted, right?

Kimberly brought out a pan of freshly baked muffins from the oven,and carried it to the display glass where she was arranging the hot pastries when the door opened. She turned to their new customer and said. “Welcome to Angel’s bakery. How may I help you?” “I’ll like a cake.” “What’s the occasion?” Kimberly inquired. “My daughter’s seventh year birthday.” “That’s nice. We have some freshly baked cakes of different sizes and shapes in our catalogs. Please come with me.”

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.

I hoped they’d be safe at home with Colin and Casey. When I arrived at the bakery, my coworker, Sandra, was eagerly waiting for me at the entrance. “Hurry up,” she said. “I have good news!” She grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. “We got an offer for one hundred cakes!” she said as soon as we passed over the threshold. “A hundred?” I said with wide eyes. “Yeah. It’s for a lavish business party, and they already pre-paid ten thousand dollars.” She laughed. “Woah. That’s huge. Who’s the client?”