Cake By The Ocean Novels & Stories

She advised, "Don't get so worked up, Levian. It's bad for your health. I know you care about me, but you shouldn't get too emotional." "It's nothing, but those incompetent fools…forget it." He sat down next to her. He arched his chin upward and gestured toward a tray of exquisite pastries. "Look at what I've brought you!" Melody's eyes brightened when she saw the packaging. She exclaimed, "The lavender madeleines from Artisanal Boulangerie?" The Artisanal Boulangerie was a well-known Bayridge bakery that only produced a small number of pastries each day. Customers had to pre-order their pastries and pick them up first thing in the morning.

It would help the Supernatural Council as well. ‘We’re completely on board with whatever you’d like to do, babe,’ he promised me. ‘That we do, Little Fae,’ Byron added. My attention turned back to Imeela and Jackson, knowing what my answer was. “What’s that condition going to be?” “I want you to teach me the super-secret Precoza baklava recipe. The one with the additional nutmeg.” I was serious too. I did not joke about baklava. Not one fucking bit. That recipe was a necessity. In all seriousness, I could probably orgasm from the taste alone. It was that fucking mind-blowing.

“Dr, Murray is such an alcoholic. Luckily, our medical team has a drinking has a no drinking policy. She would have gone shopping for supplies if she had not been on duty today.” “Do you think she would drink a lot on her way to the store? Thank goodness she didn’t come, or she would have gotten into more trouble. Is there a bakery in the town, by the way?’ Alice asked. she tucked her shopping list into the pocket of her jacket. “I know there is a bakery there, but please don’t get your hopes up. The cakes there tastes like candles.” “It’s fine, I just need to buy a cake.” “What for?” “Tracy’s birthday is tomorrow. I want to celebrate it for her.”

"Your face," Cleo said, delighted, pressing her cheek against my hip. "You didn't know, did you? Caius asked me when your birthday was." She bounced on her toes. "He said we had to do something. Ruth made the cake." "Honey glaze,” Ruth beamed. “Caius insisted.” Honey glaze cake was my favorite. I didn’t think I could afford it this year. “Thank you,” I whispered, glancing at Caius.

Melody and Azalea, look over the cake. "Isn't it gorgeous. That bake shop does a wonderful job." Melody says. "Absolutely, we use the Emerald Coast Bake shop from time to time as well. They are talented and dedicated. Are you going to get Leo's cake from there? His birthday is towards the end of the month isn't it!" "Yes, their birthdays are a few weeks apart, he will be ten. a decade old!" Melody's eyes soften and moisten glancing briefly at both children by the cake."Let's sing to Mia now and then we can cut the cake."

—she produces a plate from behind her back—“Cirocco said this was your favorite.” A thick slice of gingery cake oozes toffee filling onto the dish. One whiskey-soaked cherry sits beside it, still smeared with frosting that promises she stole it off another slice to ensure I had one. “I can’t believe they made it.” I reach for the plate slowly. “He’s right, but this is only supposed to be for the turn of the new year.” She shrugs and sits on the opposite side of the windowsill from me. “Kaloni said this was the beginning of a whole new period for Lightning Cape, so it only made sense.”

Cale looked at the oven. "Thank you," Cale said stiffly. "Is the carbonized disk the gift?" "No. That's trash. We're going to the bakery in town. Get your coat." "We are purchasing a replacement cake?" "We are purchasing a slice. And maybe a candle." "A candle," Cale repeated. "Open flame. Inside a structure." "It's tradition. You blow it out. You make a wish." "I do not wish," Cale said. "I plan." "Today, you wish. Come on."

she screamed, and turned and hugged Caitlin tightly. Caitlin beamed with satisfaction. It was Scarlet’s favorite cake, a red velvet cheesecake she’d once had in Manhattan and never forgot. The bakery in the city was the only one that made it, and Caitlin had taken a special trip the day before, two hours each way, just to get it for her. Scarlet turned to Blake, who was lingering back; she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, right next to her. “Oh my god you don’t understand!” she gushed to him. “This is the world’s best cake. You have to taste it!”

It was the perfect time to give him my gift together with his parents. “Wow.” They all said as soon as they saw the cake I took out from the fridge. “It’s a Japanese strawberry sponge cake.” The cake was common in Japan and I’m confident that they’ll love it. And they did. “Wow, Rin. This looks so delicious.” Caleb commented before engulfing me with a bear hug. “You gotta teach me how to make this.” Korin said in awe. “You do need to learn this.” Cirrus second it. He was licking his lips as he eyed the cake. “Let’s cut it.”

Only the record that allowed strangers to own it. Isla breathed. “What happens now?” Rowan asked. “I don’t know.” “Do you want me to leave?” “Not yet.” Rowan looked surprised. “I have questions.” “How many?” “A lot.” Beatrice spoke from the sofa. “Food first.” Everyone looked at her. She pointed toward the cake. “Children make poor legal and emotional decisions while hungry.” “This is not a celebration,” Helena said. “The bakery had limited options.” The cake was covered in yellow flowers and the words HAPPY RETIREMENT, GERALD.