Cake Kobo Novels & Stories

I heard a voice near us and then a squeal coming from my baby girl, I tuned to them with big wide eyes, whose that? "Darjin, what are you doing here?" I ask him in a cold voice. "Good morning Miss Evelyn, I'm here to say hello to the pretty girl," he says looking at my baby girl, holding what looks to be a chocolate rose in his hand. "What's that?" I ask him in a cold voice, what is he giving my little one? "It's my homework," he says. "What homework?" I ask again. "It's my baking class, we're learning about chocolate and I did this, it's pure chocolate but then it got some red filling," he says with a wink meaning blood.

Vanessa roared with a livid face. She looked at me with such hatred that she seemed ready to kill me. "Caleb loves me most. He even said he'd marry me. You must be lying to make us misunderstand each other." I gave a faint oh and asked calmly, "Then you've been at the station for two days. Why hasn't he come to see you even once?" Vanessa choked. Her face flushed deep red. Her forehead went taut, and her body began to tremble. "He must have been delayed by something..."

then he was going to pop the question again, and he was sure she wouldn't say no. ********* Kathleen smiled a few minutes later at the box of chocolates on her table thinking it was from Jacob, they were her favorite knockoffs of the Ecuadorian cacao bar which cost a hundred dollars per brick. Taking a seat, she took her time to admire the box and then she realized it wasn't a knock off—it was the real thing!! it costs over five hundred dollars.

Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover. Each had a red progress bar. Next to KeyboardFury showed [31/100]. Riccardo pointed at the screen, his lips trembling, as the app's rules appeared, cold and precise. [Core Rules: Each gift worth over $100 forces the recipient to absorb 0.1% of the giver's misfortune.] [Tigger: After 100 gifts, the recipient's accumulated misfortune hits critical mass and erupts within 72 hours.] [Misfortune Total: 100%.]

Just files for his legitimate businesses, it was boring, clean records. I went to the biggest file cabinet behind the desk. It had a heavy combination lock, this was it. I got to work on the combination. My fingers knew the numbers by heart, It’s a trick. All mafia leaders have a simple code they use for everything. Their birthday or their dead mother’s birthday. I tried the obvious one first. It didn’t work. He was smarter than that. I tried another one. His father's birthday. The heavy metal handle popped open. My heart pounded. I pulled the drawer open, It was full of thick folders. I reached for the one on top, it had a small, handwritten tag.

I intentionally described the cake I had made in detail. "Yes, that's correct. Why did you upload that cake?" "Just for fun, it's so beautiful, and it seems like it would be delicious too!" "Hmm, you're quite mischievous, aren't you? If you wanted it, you could've just told me, I would've gotten it for you. Where did you get the photo from?" A question that seemed a bit contrived. "Oh, that cake? I found it on the internet, there are so many cake photos there. Yeah, I really wanted it, but I'm afraid of getting cavities, you know."