Cake By The Ocean の小説・ストーリー

he announced with a warm smile. Luna's face lit up with joy. "Certainly, Dad, let's go, I'm so excited about it." Luna and Robert found themselves standing at the center of a hushed and expectant crowd. All eyes were fixed on Luna, filled with enthusiasm and admiration. The scene was nothing short of magical. In the spotlight was a breathtaking cake, a creation of artistic wonder. It featured ten layers adorned with stars and a moon theme, with a color palette of soothing blues, pristine whites, and shimmering silvers. The cake itself was a masterpiece, a reflection of Luna's celestial elegance.

If you're not back in an hour, you might as well bunk with the typhoon tonight. The bakery owner was taken aback to see me again. "Girl, you should head back. It's really late, and we're closing up. "Don't risk your neck for a cake! We're in the middle of a typhoon here. Someone just got crushed by a tree that got blown over!" As he moved to lock up, I grabbed his hand, desperation in my voice, "I'm sorry... Please, could you make just one more, a strawberry one?" Cake in hand, I dashed back, narrowly avoiding a car that zoomed by, clipping me.

The rest of his weekend seemed to drag on, his mother walked around with her shoulders slumped. While his father tried everything, he could to console her. Seeing the way, his parents were acting made him want to do something special for them. He thought about leaving the house so they could enjoy alone time but that wasn’t enough. Kenji searched the recesses of his mind to find the perfect desert to make for them. The one that stood out the most was the delectable Opera Cake. Layers of almond sponge cake soaked in coffee syrup with ganache, coffee French buttercream and covered in a chocolate glaze. Yes, that’s the perfect one for them.

With his body shielding me, he brushed his hand along my side, coming to rest on my hip for a brief squeeze, before he stepped back. “A funfetti rainbow cake.” I could see his confusion. Before doing online research, I hadn’t known such a cake either. I smiled. “You’ll see.” Stefan hovered in front of the terrace door, peering out toward the beach. Milo sat beside him, her gaze locked on the seagulls roaming the sky. “Maybe you can take a walk on the beach with him, so he doesn’t see his cake before tomorrow?” Adrian’s dark brows snapped together. “I can try.”

“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.”

Luna Belle POV Bart takes a big breath and blows out the candles, much to Baby Brady’s delight. Celeste hands Ryan a knife. “The honor is yours.” “No cake for us,” Oliver says. “It’ll upset our diet. If it didn’t come straight from the sea, I’m afraid we can’t touch it.” “Does caviar count?” Mom asks with a bite in her tone. Oliver looks genuinely puzzled. “That’s a very good question. No, I guess it doesn’t. The sea didn’t offer it, did it?”

she teased as they walked in, and he turned to grin at her. The place was already alive with the clatter of trays, the whirring of mixers, and the warm, sugary scent that clung to the air. The first customers started to troop in, calling out to Alaric. Isabella took her place at the front, carrying a sample of the newest cake—an almond-honey creation Alaric had been perfecting for weeks—and her eyes widened. "It's perfect," She announced, licking a smear of icing from her thumb. "You did it. I’m so proud of you."

Or maybe nice sneakers online. So I thought to myself, but then in a bit of a second, I thought that giving it back to him was going to open a chance for me to flirt more with him, but damn! He was gone. I stayed by the door as always, I waited and waited for him, just when It had already slipped my mind, there he was, fetching his pizza at the Debonairs. I had a sudden panick, but I braved up, I had no choice, I liked him, a lot, crack-brained right? But it's not cause it's normal.

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Demetri. "Hey," he said over the car speaker, "I know you won't respond, but I just wanted to let you know that Lyss and I have chocolate cake for you at our place when you get into Seaside. Oh, and she has some clothes for you too, since she's pregnant and can't fit into a damn thing anymore, so make sure you come over. Drive safe!" I exhaled. Cake. Forget Lincoln Greene. Forget Seaside. Focus on the cake.