Cake Verse Novels & Stories

But then opens the pack and offers. “Thanks.” The Memory of our conversation. The warning of marriage with Vex, and then our kiss. Desperation, heat, defiance—all of it tangled together. His hand cups my face like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me before the world takes it away. I taste adrenaline and fear and something dangerously close to love. “We can’t do that again.” Kade warns. “Someone’s coming. Go.” The flash fades as quickly as it came. I gasp, clutching at my temples. The cigarette slips from my fingers and dies against the rain-slick stone.

The rain drummed down ceaselessly on the cemetery, soaking the ground in despair. The horizon was a boundless gray, mourning with the sad souls who came to honor their deceased loved ones. The sweet scent of rain-scented grass mixed with the cutting wind as Kc stood before Vanessa's grave, his fists at his sides. VANESSA REEVES Dear Daughter. Passed Away Too Prematurely. The words graven on the tomb stabbed at him like a blade.

“You’re awfully young.” “Not for this work.” “Have you been here long?” “Since I was seven.” He noticed the horror in my silence as he added, “I was an errand boy.” He stopped before an archway. It opened to a massive garden that went even further behind the maze-like hedges. The wind brought with it the smell of pleasant flowers and freshwater. Instead of passing under the arch with me, Caleb stood by the side. I tilted my head, beckoning him to join me.

Just something to cool this fire in my chest. Downstairs, the kitchen is still and dark. I flick on the light, open the fridge, pour myself a glass of cold water. I’m just about to take a sip when my phone buzzes. Cass. Of course. She sent a poem. A screenshot of a tweet she posted, knowing I’d probably see it late. I open it. “You are not a vessel. You are the sky. You are the universe, and not just the broken stars in your womb.” “You are not your pain. Not your prognosis. Not the people who have tried to rewrite you.”

"A long time ago." "Then what do I do?" his voice was filled with despair. "Tell me what to do, I'll do anything." I put down my knife and fork and looked at him. "You don't have to do anything. Just live your life, Kaelen. And forget everything about us." "I can't." "Then learn to." I stood up. "Eat your food. This is the last meal we'll ever have together." One month later. I received a letter written in blood.

It’s been a week since Ava was discharged from the hospital. She always finds herself thinking about a particular memory that doesn’t add up. She was not a firm believer of the supernatural phenomenon but it’s the only angle she can look at. In order to convince herself that she’s not insane. While she was lost in her thoughts the room lit up with the light of a numeral candle. Sticking out on top of an eight inch blueberry cheesecake. “Happy birthday to you~” The couple sang as they walked closer to her. Dave was holding Caia while Claire held the cake.

He let his mind drift through old memories. The next day, dressed in nothing but a white dress shirt and black slacks, Cole was finally discovered by the cemetery's security staff. His face had gone dark from the cold, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his lips. Snow drifted down from the sky in thin, scattered flakes. Cole had frozen to death. He'd died at the side of the grave marked, "In loving memory of Isabel Cavendish, my beloved wife."

Then the service started with "Joy to the World!" During the song, Jocelyn looked for Caden, and he finally arrived with his parents before the end. After his mother was seated between he and his father, he looked over at the choir, and smiled when his eyes met Jocelyn's. His mother looked over at her and wiggled her fingers, giving her a little wave. Jocelyn smiled and nodded. The service was beautiful and Reverend Crane said a wonderful service. While holding a small baby, he said that God had given the world the greatest gift of all- in the form of a child. But all too soon, the service came to an end.

Underneath, a note: :: COHERENCE MODEL – V1 :: ORIGIN UNKNOWN :: BUT THE SYSTEM CALLS IT ‘VALE-RHYTHM’ A student raises a hand: “Was Vale a command protocol?” The tutor hesitates. Then smiles. “No. She was a person.” “But she stayed still so well, the world started listening.” In a nearby archive room, Cassian opens a drawer. No files. Just a folded piece of paper. Unlabeled. Unclaimed. He opens it. A single printed phrase: “If they move like you,

He had written, "Sera, you are my entire world. Thanks to you, my world is filled with light again. I will love you and protect you forever. I believe we will grow old together. We'll love each other for the rest of our lives." Seraphina read each line slowly. The piece of paper held 19-year-old Caelum's deep, youthful devotion. When she reached the end, she smiled in silence as moisture pooled in the corners of her eyes. She placed the vow back beside the bloodstone and carried both, along with the pieces of tapestry she had cut, into the garden. There, she lit them all on fire. Wordlessly, she watched as the tapestries and the bloodstone turned into a handful of ash.