Cake By The Ocean Novels & Stories

She brewed a cup of coffee, placed two cakes on a plate, and knocked on Jason's office door. "Come in," came his deep voice from inside. Iris pushed the door open. Jason looked up as she entered. "Hi, Mr. Just," she greeted with a smile, placing the coffee and pastries on his desk. "You didn’t have breakfast, right? You must be hungry. This is a signature cake from the Crispy Aroma bakery; it tastes really good." Jason's gaze shifted to the cake. He had passed by that bakery several times, often seeing long queues. "You bought this yourself?" he asked.

A small canopy stood nearby, sheltering a cozy seating area draped with billowing fabrics in shades of azure and white, reminiscent of the ocean's hues. A beautifully arranged picnic awaited them, showcasing an array of delectable treats—exotic fruits, freshly baked pastries, and a selection of gourmet snacks neatly arranged on a rustic wooden table. The scent of fragrant candles mixed with the salty ocean breeze, creating an atmosphere of serene intimacy. Deep had chosen a theme inspired by their first encounter—a celebration of their love story that had unfolded against the backdrop of the sea. The decorations exuded an elegant yet understated charm, mirroring the tranquility and beauty of

Oh well, it is not really my problem, but I just hate food going to waste. My last and final delivery is to an old folks’ home. Betty, the resident matriarch, is turning one hundred today, and the home has organised a party for her. Everyone is very excited when I bring in my boxes filled with traditional Victoria sponge, chocolate and cherry tart and a coffee and walnut cake. I have even made and iced a special carrot cake complete with ten candles; the matron thought a whole hundred would probably set off the sprinkler system, so we compromised on one for each decade. I stop in at Betty’s room to wish her a happy birthday before heading back to Bread to begin this morning’s batch of baking

PENELOPE I arrived at the bakery just as the sun was beginning to set, carrying the cake box like it was made of gold. Because honestly? It kind of was. The three-tier chocolate cake I’d stayed up decorating was nestled safely inside, complete with delicate butterflies, edible gold dust, and pink frosting swirls that looked like little clouds. Olivia was going to lose her mind. It was early—barely 8:45 a.m.—and Maya was already there, tying her apron and wiping down the counter like her life depended on it.

Arianne smiled, “Thank you.” The middle-aged man smiled shyly and didn’t say anything more. Arianne’s gaze landed on a small cake on the corner of the table. The cake was enough for one person’s share and had the words “happy birthday” written on it. Overall, it looked rather exquisite. It was clear that this cake was from White Water Bay Café. That would explain why the man, who seemed to have average finances, would come to a place like this for a meal. It’s sad to celebrate one’s birthday alone, so it was a pretty good choice for him to treat himself to a meal in a place like this.

I drive down Main Street in Pelican Bay, intending to head to the beach and clear my thoughts by listening to the waves crash against the shore, but the smell of fresh baked bread forces my car to pull over into a space in front of the bakery. I walk in the front doors not talking to anyone, but Anessa takes one look at me and pulls a chocolate cupcake from her display case. The frosting is white with black specks and it's easy to figure out the flavor with the circular Oreo placed on top standing straight up in the frosting. "You look like you need this," she says, handing me the cupcake. I take it without complaint and sit down on the opposite side of the little table that usually houses P

I said. "I was in the neighborhood." "Tribeca is not in this neighborhood." "I took a long way." He came to the counter, leaned against it, looked at the cake. "What is that?" "Salted caramel layer cake. Corporate order for tomorrow." "It looks incredible." "It is incredible." I kept frosting. "Sit down. I'll be ten minutes." He didn't sit down. He stayed at the counter. This was new.

She asked. “You'll be somewhere really safe; don't worry about it. I won't let anything happen to you." I reassured. We got to the bakery and ordered a medium-sized cake. "Ember Moon will never be the same again after this war.” Irene said as we waited for the cake. "They're staring at you like you're a stranger.” "Let them,” I replied. "Miss, uhh, Aries," the baker, a plump woman, called, standing in front of us with the cake in her hand. “The cake is on us; you don't have to pay for it."

She knew that Jingfei would be the perfect baker who could pull off her cousin's soon-to-be-bride's request. Knowing Oceane's personality, the cake would be huge and fancy enough to attract the attention of the attendees. "How many tiers does the cake have? And how about the theme for it?" She continued asking Jingfei who also willingly answered her questions. "It's a four tiered wedding cake and it's an ocean themed cake. It's better if I show you the design later."

the event host's voice lifted above the noise, warm and projected, "can we gather the Moretti family at the cake station? It's time to sing for our birthday boy." "Excuse me," I told Risa, walking towards where Dante and Oliver already stood. Oliver saw the cake and sat down on the grass, legs crossed, mouth open, staring up at the three-tiered creation that had been designed to look like a dinosaur emerging from a volcanic island. It had been made by a bakery in London who had flown their lead confectioner in yesterday specifically for this, which was information I had given Dante's credit card and chosen not to examine too closely.