Cake Verse Novels & Stories

Now I know they are up to something. Leila placed a small cake on my desk with number candles that had 18 on them. "What is this for?" I asked. "It's to celebrate you making it to the twins eighteenth birthday, without losing your ever-loving shit because god knows I want to everyday with mine and they aren't the same age. Also, for not killing Tyson in eighteen years," Sophie said as Leila lit the candles. I leaned forward and blew them out with tears in my eyes. They knew I was struggling with this, and they were making me feel better about it.

With her eyes closed, Ava became acutely aware of small things—the warmth of the candlelight against her skin, the faint sweetness of cream and strawberries, the subtle weight of the cake in her hands. And then, unexpectedly, her heart grew serious. She had never believed in such rituals. But in that suspended moment, surrounded by silence and light, she found herself whispering inwardly: If there truly are gods in this world… give every hardship to me. Let my child be forever safe. Forever happy. Nothing more. She drew in a steady breath, opened her eyes, and blew. All the candles went out at once. Before she could react, a pair of small arms flung around her neck from one side—and at the s

He had bought a bouquet of flowers to apologize, desperate to see her smile again. With a deep breath, Gabriel stood up and made his way to the bedroom. He prayed that Hazel wasn’t sleeping, that she was awake and ready to talk. As he opened the door, he was surprised to see a cake with lit candles on the dressing table. The flickering flames cast a warm glow across the room, and Gabriel was puzzled by the words written on the cake: "WELCOME DEAD EVER AGAIN."

“Don’t get too caught up in being a fan. This isn’t a playground; it’s a battlefield. If you can’t keep up with the veterans during the reading, no amount of photos or smiles will save your career from being a one-hit wonder. Make sure you’re on time for the next session. My time is much more valuable than yours.” Without waiting for a reply, Katy turned and strode back to her seat, leaving Vespera standing there with her head bowed slightly, looking like a chastened junior who had just received a stern lesson from her idol. Vespera stood still for a moment, her fingers gripping her script a little tighter. To anyone watching, she seemed deep in thought, reflecting on Katy's words with genui

This was not the typical light party performance; it was pained and heavy. Each split was opened and then forced to open a little bit more. As if each action took a toll on her body and soul. She would fall along the fabric and show how hard it was to climb back up. And then, like her effort meant nothing, she would go back down into another fall. It was a shout out to all who suffer and rise to try again. It was an ode to struggle. For an undetermined number of minutes, he didn't take his eyes off of her. Then he felt a bump against his shoulder, bringing him out of his daze.

Cassy screamed, enraged, “I won’t die for your personal gains. I’m not dying tonight for those cheaters with no shame.” The wind jostled inside, lighting the candles in the four antique candle holders. A chanting susurrated. Rise in the smoke; Fall into the sea; Cut your fingers; Erase your toes; Pumpkin on the floor! Candles blew on and off, a blue silhouette encompassed the room, the dust hissed; hands scattered, and the fire ran out. Cassy mounted to her feet and shuffled to the center.