Cake By The Ocean Novels & Stories

It was transformed into the world of Moana, Claire’s favorite cartoon character. Bright turquoise drapes hung like ocean waves across the ceiling, and seashell decorations sparkled under the lights. A giant backdrop of Moana standing bravely by the sea was set against the wall behind the cake table. Balloons in blue, white, and coral pink floated everywhere, and paper palm trees stood in the corners, giving the hall the feeling of an island paradise.

Some said he was dead and washed up on some nameless shore. However, Caitlin received a postcard every year. No signature. No return address. Just one sentence was written on it. [Tell her I’m still looking for her.] Caitlin kept the postcards in a drawer, together with my diary. Sometimes she took them out, looked at them, and said, “Two silly kids.” One who loved until death. One who only understood love at death. The Sicily’s sun rose as it always did, shining over the garden of the Corleone family’s mansion and over the swing… now overgrown with wildflowers, covering the blood Lisa once spilled there.

When she told me one night that her birthday was coming up, I knew exactly what needed to be done. So there we were. Running around the pool while my mom shouted “DON’T COME ANYWHERE NEAR THAT CAKE!” Aaah, yes. The cake. It was the biggest birthday cake I had ever seen. Three tiers, mermaid themed, and yet somehow it was pinker than pink could be. Mom had gone to the best bakery in town for this cake, and the shenanegans taking place around her had her anxiety so close to the edge that I’m sure she was going to implode at any moment. If only there was a place inside the house she could stash it until the shenanigans were over… “To your left, Sarah!” Kylee exclaimed. I expertly aimed my soake

The cake was delicious, and I was tempted to have a second slice after finishing my first. Just then, Sheryl stormed over to me and slapped the cake right out of my hands. I was stunned. Before I could snap back to my senses, Sherly slapped me hard across the face. The sound of the slap ringing through the air caught the attention of all the guests in the hall. "Have you lost your mind?" Sheryl roared. "Didn't you eat at home? Must you embarrass yourself in front of everyone here? Do you even know where you are right now? Who gave you permission to eat the cake?"

His mind works in the most morbid, aggressive ways imaginable. Caelan’s gaze shifts to the wooden basket sitting on the side table, filled with sweet mocha cakes I picked up before the crash. "Were you buying these when you threw yourself into traffic?" I nod immediately, offering him a faint, tentative smile. "Do you want to try one? They taste incredible. Aldric Stormfang brought me to this exact bakery months ago, and they make the best warm crusts in the entire capital. I went back to get more." Caelan frowns, his upper lip curling slightly at the mention of the pastries—and the wolf who first showed them to me. "Are you going to eat them or just stare at them?"

We decided to call the place CAFFINERIE. Zion and I were the last ones to leave the shop before our big day tomorrow and we made sure that everything was set before we’d go home. All ingredients from our cakes were natural, something that we can boast about our shop, and our coffee were made from one of the best Arabic beans on the island plus the cake ideas were combined by mine and Zion. He was also the head baker since most of the assembled and baked cakes were all made by him which was absolutely cool. “We’re all set for tomorrow, America.” Zion comes back to the shop as he hang the windpipes by the front door before looking back at me.

Raina asked, her eyes lighting up as she practically bounced on the mattress. "I did," Nathan said with absolute corporate seriousness. He set the clipboard down and opened the bakery box, revealing four beautifully sculpted miniature cakes. "The pastry chef from Upper East Bakers sent over the prototypes for the... monster cake." "It’s a dragon!" Raina corrected loudly, pointing at a tiny green frosting wing. "A chocolate dragon!"

“Happy birthday, Mabes.” “What did you wish for?” Blair asked. Mable blinked with a smile. “It won’t come true if I tell you.” Her wish was simple – she hoped her family would stay together forever. Blair stopped asking. Since it was Blair’s first attempt at baking a cake, Mable offered support by eating a lot of it. Blair was a good baker, and he used zero-calorie sugar, so she was not worried about indulging in the cake. As the night was quiet and breezy on the island, they strolled by the beach hand-in-hand after dinner.

Xavier parked the car, then he hugged his wife's waist, and went to the cake shop. Avery smiled at the shop assistant and said, "May I have Ombré Choc Piñata Cake, please?" Ever since her husband introduced that cake to her, it became her favourite cake. After they bought the cake, Xavier drove to His Grace Hotel. After Xavier and his wife had lunch, they took a stroll to the beach. Avery was enjoying a slice of the cake. She looked at her husband and asked, "Don't you want to have a taste? The cake is fresh, and the chocolate is melting in my mouth."

After work, George took me to cake oasis, a small, family owned bakery that was recently transformed by the owner's daughter who created a whimsical looking sitting space for patrons. “Her face was camera-worthy,” I said, with a mouth full of laughter. “I mean, I don't get why she doesn't like me. I told you she didn't the first time we went to her house but you kept defending her. Gosh, I've never felt so happier.” The warm and sweet aroma of freshly baked goods floated over us as we talked. A small child ran past carrying a plate of cookies, giggling at his own childish joy. George looked distracted. He wasn't fully present in the conversation and I wondered why. He was still wearing his u