Cake By The Ocean Novels & Stories

The road opened up as we got further from the pack territory, trees thinning on either side, the sky wide and pale above us. It was a good driving day, clear and cold, the kind of light that made distances feel manageable. Shane talked in the easy way he had, not filling silence for the sake of it but comfortable when there was something worth saying. He told me about Blue Moon, the parts that nobody included in the official descriptions. The bakery near the east gate, run by a woman named Ottie, had been making the same bread for forty years. She would tell you exactly what was wrong with your life while wrapping it.

However, seconds later, Erina smiled and added, "This is the limited edition cake that Larry ordered for me a few days ago at Creche Bakery in the Neutral Zone. I didn't know that it was your pup's birthday today too. What a coincidence! Happy birthday, little one!" The box suddenly felt very heavy. I wanted to reject the cake at first, but Nora was still very young, and she pursed her lips at me. She couldn't stop herself from asking Larry, "Can you please eat this cake with me too?" Larry went silent for a while before nodding. We went back inside the house. I opened the box and cut a small slice of the cake. However, when I smelled it, my heart dropped into my stomach at once. It was made

I have to admit - it's one of the most impressive cakes I've ever made. I started with a classic tiered cake, then used the Cataclysm: Earth movie poster for inspiration as I decorated the layers, creating an apocalyptic scene in sugar and icing. There aren't many bakers in this world who can make a cake that's both elegant and captures the essence of a disaster film, but I'm pretty sure I've managed it. This cake could get me work for months - maybe even years.

A few hours later, after more dancing, eating, and drinking, Bree found herself on a blanket under a full moon on the beach with the man she loved, two glasses, a bottle of champagne, two forks, and the top tier of Trent’s wedding cake. It was delicious. “You know, it took her about a month to decide what flavors of cake she wanted,” Trent said between bites. They weren’t bothering with plates. The cake sat on its original platter between them on the blanket, the gorgeous detail in the white frosting visible in the moonlight. It was a German chocolate flavor with buttercream frosting, and Bree might’ve eaten the entire tier herself if Trent hadn’t been there, and she hadn’t already stuffed h

I chuckled, “Of course you can.” We mix all the ingredients and pour the batter into pans and I put them into the oven. As the smell of the cake fills the house, Max comes running downstairs, “Whatcha cooking sis?” I smiled, “We’re baking a strawberry cake with whipped white frosting and sliced strawberries on top. Call it a pregnancy craving.” He smirked, “I’m glad you’re having cravings that the rest of us would like.” Calista smiled, “She knows she doesn’t want to eat the whole thing by herself, so she’s making it for all of us.”

"You've lost your mind, Sean. Do you want to ruin your friendship with Dallas over Bella?" There was no way Dallas would let my fleeting thoughts come true. I glanced at the clock on my wrist; it was still quite late compared to when I usually got home. My gaze fell on the cake box I'd just picked up from the famous bakery. The menus there were always in demand, as the display cases were almost empty even though they had just opened that afternoon. I'm already smiling to myself. Arabella will definitely love the cakes I brought. A slice of blueberry cheesecake, strawberry shortcake, and an opera cake to share. Dallas hadn't told me they were banned, so there would be no problem.

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.

A handful of quaint houses with white picket fences and weathered barns occasionally appear, adding to the rustic charm of this small coastal town. When we arrive in town, the Subaru rolls to a stop in front of Butter & Crust, a charming bakery known for its fresh pastries and iconic sourdough croissants. The aroma of baked bread wafts through the air as we step out. The shopfront is decorated with hanging flower baskets, and a cheerful chalkboard sign outside reads, “Fresh from the oven: Lemon-glazed brioche and chocolate chip scones!” Nanny Lori heads inside while Dasha and I wait outside under the awning. The sidewalk is lively, with locals chatting, sipping coffee, and browsing through n

Everything else is dinner. The cake is exactly what I wanted. Three tiers, brown butter sponge, mascarpone cream, a thin layer of bitter orange between each tier. Simple exterior, no piping, just texture and fresh figs on top. Celeste would approve. Mrs. Kowalski definitely approves because she has two slices and doesn't comment, which from her is the highest possible praise. At nine people start leaving in the warm way people leave good things, slowly and with long goodbyes in the doorway.

"Straight to the airport. The honeymoon suite in Bora Bora is booked for two weeks. Plenty of time for staged photos and for you to relax by the ocean." He walked over to the small table where a folder lay. "We should finalize the cake for the lunch. The planner sent over the three she thought we would like best." He opened the folder, revealing glossy pictures. I joined him, the surreal normality of cake-tasting after the conversation we’d just had making my head spin. We bent over the images, shoulders not quite touching. "The red velvet with cream cheese frosting," I said, pointing. "It is the best."