Cake Verse Novels & Stories

Hazardous, zig-zagged, indents painting the walls where something had scratched them and the old staircase to the right is breaking apart without a purpose. Strange symbols line the ceiling, bags of lavender and other flowers, hanging from nooses. The creature that waits in the dark, studies them without ever acknowledging the leather pouches. His familiar fading away as the last of his strength leaves. Grains of more important thoughts paving past the never changing scenery. Easy to imagine the little hunter, he attached to so dearly. " Where are you, Claecy?!" The first sign of tears had made his heart stutter to stop, the way she had curled around her leg like an anchor to keep him there,

Beneath the photograph, Calvin had written a series of words that were deeply romantic and overflowing with emotion: > "For two months, I wandered through darkness without direction, having lost half of my soul to silent sleep. But this morning, the universe returned my miracle to me. Thank you for choosing to come back and open your eyes, Darling. Thank you for returning this grasp and bringing life back to the world that had died within me. Upon these wounds and bandages, I promise that every remaining breath and heartbeat from this moment onward will be devoted solely to loving you and protecting your smile. Welcome home to my embrace, Camelia, the queen of my life forever."

inscription and placed on an elegant pedestal, surrounded by a sea of expectant faces. As they approached the cake, the room fell silent, awaiting the ceremonial cutting. Luke and Ava stood together, holding the knife, and with a nod, they sliced through the moist vanilla cake. The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and applause as everyone raised their glasses of wine in a toast. The sound of clinking glasses and joyful shouts filled the air, creating a sense of euphoria that seemed to lift Ava off the ground. She felt like she was floating on cloud nine, her heart overflowing with love and happiness.

I'm gonna marry your princess And make her my queen She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen I can't wait to smile As she walks down the aisle On the arm of her father On the day that I marry your daughter She's been here every step since the day that we met (I'm scared to death to think of what would happen if she ever left) So don't you ever worry about me Ever treating her bad, no We've got most of our vows done so far (So bring on for better or worse) And 'til death do us part There's no doubt in my mind It's time I'm ready to start I swear to you with all of my heart I'm gonna marry your daughter And make her my wife I want her to be the only girl That I love for the rest

*Third POV* “I’m just so happy I feel like I’m suffocating in this place I feel like-Like I will stop breathing just by doing this.” pressing against the paper harder than before. “Please, please someone help me! Help me!” feeling his knees getting weaker then as if no energy is left within it. Making him fall on his knees looking down at the floor with his hand still over the end of the canvas holding the chalk in his hand. While the other placed upon his knees with his eyes tight shut.

After scoffing to himself, he said, "I only saved you by chance, Ms. Morrison. You don't need to think too much about it." "Either way, you've saved my life. Just give me a chance. I—" Just then, Cassian's phone buzzed. "Excuse me while I check my messages." Cassian took his phone out and saw a message from Vera. She'd sent him a poem. "If I come into this world only once, only to meet you a single time, for the sweetness and sorrow of that fleeting instant out of hundreds of millions of light-years, then let it happen as it is meant to happen in that moment. I bow my head and thank the stars for allowing us to meet. And when we part, it is the completion of a poem destined by the heavens, o

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Content warning: This book contains strong language and sensitive content such as sexual harassment, self-harm, and intimate scenes that may not be suitable for young readers. Read at your own risk. La Cuevas #1: When The Star Falls ✓ La Cuevas #2: Hazards of Love

Now, they are finding enormous solace, Caged in each other's embrace. ~dayyyyydreamerrr (SG) (27/10/2020 - 26/02/2021) (Forever in our hearts)

Each word seems wrong Each action corrupt Caesar, the Church you made is not worth it today In any way In any way Tears roll through my eyes When I see the defeat with pain But that's not the same Church Which Christ envisioned as true In any way In any way The custom of duty If men won't face How will Earth succeed How will I be rich again I want to be rich again But not to donate to Church I won't ever donate You spoilt life's worth You pain You pain me, Church You pain ***** It's Christmas Eve I am alone in grief No church celebrates But I am not in it On the route of life I am still searching for a better In way Which I can create Or life can give Still waiting for someone's smile Still

Sixteen thousand feet in the air, Jimmy Davis felt the physical world fizzle away as all his thoughts sequenced on Esquibel's mirror-picture poem, which was exposed through the lid of the box. McEwan quickly found some paper and copied it down longhand. When she was done, the three of them took turns looking through the text. It was like some kind of archeological crossword… A riddle that promised to reveal how to open the cryptex. Jimmy read the verse slowly. Before he could even consider what ancient password the verse was trying to reveal, he felt something far more essential resonate within him - the meter of the poem.