Cake By The Ocean Novels & Stories

The environment was peaceful and welcoming to someone like me who loved the ocean. I dozed off, deep in thought. When I woke up, it was already sunset. Sunsets on this island were beautiful. I sat up, and I saw a cake slice wrapped up. It was on a white plate next to the bedside lamp. I smiled. There was a note attached to it. “I hope this makes you smile when you wake up. Made with love.” ~Alena For real, it made me smile. She cared, and that warmed my heart. I unwrapped the cake. It was a cherry sponge cake. I ate it with a smile on my face.

Curiosity brimming, he eagerly awaits Nerissa's response, wanting to uncover the secrets behind this extraordinary creation. Nerissa takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her hands gracefully moving to convey her explanation. "The Cake we have here is a cherished delicacy among our kind. I’m sure It's quite different from the cakes you may have known on land. You see, we have devised a unique recipe to withstand the saltwater environment."

I still don’t know where Sebastian went after dinner. “Actually can we make a stop?” I lean forward. “There’s a bakery on Fifth Street.” The bakery is just opening, the baker inside pulling trays from the ovens. She unlocks the door and smiles when she sees me even though I must look absolutely wrecked. “Can I help you?” “Do you have any chocolate raspberry cakes?“ “You’re in luck.” She disappears into the back and returns carrying a round cake covered in dark chocolate ganache. “This is from yesterday but it’s still perfect. Special occasion?”

Ruby called out, not seeing anyone behind the counter. She glanced around the bakery and shuddered. Displays of different styles of wedding cakes surrounded her. Why did people only order fancy cakes for things like babies and weddings? Ruby was tempted to order a three-tier cake with the words, Congratulations, You Made it to the Weekend! Ruby scanned the room for a bell she could tap, but then Rebecca walked in from the back. “I’m sorry, Ruby, I didn’t hear you come in,” she said. She wore an apron with a giant wedding cake embroidered on it. “What can I do for you?”

Luke says firmly. Benedict nods. “Exactly. Look at how much you’ve done. You’ve turned this place into a beautiful bakery, and people love your baked goods.” The timer goes off on the oven as if on cue, and before I can move, Benedict crosses to it and grabs oven mitts to take the tray of cookies out. He doesn’t wait for them to cool, instead juggling a soft, hot cookie in his hands until he can take a bite. “Fucking delicious,” he groans. “Is that sea salt?”

Mackenzie was a wreck crying and sobbing going on about how I stole her best friend from her. Now that everyone's calmed down from the high emotions it was nice to see Atlas' and Calliope's grandparents dote on them. The backyard's set up and decorated with tables full of Layla's favorite Greek dishes. Her cake is in the fridge, it's a 3 tier white cake with chocolate mousse as the filling and buttercream icing. "Feggari mou, come. I have a suprise for you." She excuses herself from the group of people. "Mom, can you keep an eye on Atlas and Calliope?"

She only needed to beautify the building to make it an attractive café. Beverley drove away from Beverly Hills. She still had a lot of work to do at Sweet Serenity. However, it is Brent’s birthday. She didn’t want this day to pass without giving him a special surprise. “I don’t have time to make a cake. Maybe I’d better buy one,” she muttered when she saw the cake shop across the street. She twisted the car into the cake shop. There were many types of cakes on display. Beverley looked around for a while before finally falling in love with the elegantly decorated rectangular black forest. Without hesitation, she immediately chose it.

After a few bites, Maddy took away the plate. "Is this made of glass?" Bianca asked in a low voice while pointing at the blue object. "That's an aquamarine, 80 grams, and the leaf next to it is made of 18K gold by Tiffany's craftsmen," said Frost expressionlessly. "This cake is called 'Fortress Stilts Fisherman Indulgence,' that's why it must have these two things. Finish and leave it on the plate, and we'll continue next time. Of course, if you want to take it, you can." "Can I ask how much this cake is?" Bianca inquired as she picked up a mandarin orange.

Chapter 36 Amara Gabriel "Holy sh*t," Luna commented while still chewing the bread that she ate from the bakery of Larisa. Gavin chuckled while watching her eat. They were both in charge of the bakery since all the people were busy on the island. Today is the second day of their beach resort. The people were having a lot of fun around. "This is the best bread I ever tasted," she commented with her eyes widened along with amusement to the bread that Larisa baked.

“My back aches by evening and I need naps I never used to. The baby hasn’t kicked hard yet, just soft flutters. But moments like this make it easier. What are you weaving these days, Lila?” “Baby blankets! A group of us girls is making them with little wolf paw patterns. I could do yours with silver thread to match the pack crest if you like.” “I would love that.” As I continued, more people stopped me. The baker stepped out with a warm loaf. “Luna Mabella! This is fresh oat and honey bread—gentle on the stomach. My wife made it with extra honey after she heard you craving it last week.” “You remembered that?” I asked, surprised.