Coon Hunters Cake 소설 & 이야기

The night is clear, stars reflected in the still surface of the lake. I lean against the wooden railing, breathing deeply. Through the open window, I hear voices. Hunter and Caroline—she must have returned. They're standing around the corner of the deck, just out of sight. "Did she like the cake?" Hunter asks, his voice softer than I've ever heard it. "She loved it," Caroline replies. "Just like you said she would. Chocolate was the perfect choice." My eyes widen in realization. It wasn't Caroline who arranged all this—it was Hunter. The cake, the decorations, maybe even the presents. But why? And why hide behind Caroline?

"The thought that she’ll be expecting something out of the ordinary and special is just adding to my nerves." Cole laid down next to him. He also placed his hands under his head and started thinking on behalf of Hunter. He offered many ideas and Hunter liked none. "I give up, dude. I don’t know what's cooking up in your head. I'm tired. I'm going home. Penny and I have to go to the cake shop to order Claire's cake too." "The cake is from me." Hunter said as Cole rose from the bed. "Not this time. Penny is planning her birthday party this time and knowing her, I can tell you that she's not going to take a no. You can do an after-birthday celebration sort of thing. Anyway, see you tomorrow at

“Will you come with me?” There was a long pause. Then he nodded, his voice soft. “Alright.” Zack pulled the car around. As we drove, Kane wore a low cap and a mask, clearly uncomfortable being in public. I slipped on a mask too, and we slipped into the mall without drawing attention. At the entrance, the smell of sweet cream hit me like a memory to the face. There it was. The Cake Boutique. Black Forest. The one cake I could never have. My feet stopped before I realized it, eyes locked on the glass display. There it sat—rich chocolate, creamy layers, glossy cherries on top.

She wanted everything to be perfect for tonight. Caitlin hurried into her kitchen, grabbed the cake plate she’d been hiding, and carried it through the double doors. As she did, Ruth, her large Husky, followed at her heels, sniffing the cake and wagging her tail. Caitlin set it down in the center of the dining table, hoping her daughter, Scarlet, hadn’t seen it yet. After all, tonight was Scarlet’s big 16th birthday, and even though it was a weeknight, Caitlin had a special surprise in store.

"We've still got that left over cabonara, lets grab a garlic bread and do something easy. It is Friday and I have a feeling this weekend is going to be full." "I could handle some Netflix and chill," he bopped her shoulder with his own. "Let me find some dessert and I'll meet you at the counter." *** Celeste watched Hunter finish his ice cream. "When you said dessert, love, I didn't expect unicorn ice cream cones." He just smiled at her, the pink and blue sugar filled treat had ended up on his nose, making Celeste roll her eyes. "You are the biggest toddler I know," she accused lightly as he collected their dishes.

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

BLUE Hannah had told me that the one way I could keep Hunter happy was through cooking so I tried cooking a few times for Hunter and he liked it. I was estatic. Today I was making him grilled chicken salad, spaghetti and a chocolate cake for dinner. Hannah told me Chocolate cake was Hunter's favorite. The cake was too moist but it was tasty. I knew it was tasty because I'd dipped my finger into the cake icing and licked it.

Milli smiled as she unboxed the one she made for Aunt Elizabeth and wrote her aunt’s name on the card with a description. “Gracious, Milli! It’s beautiful.” Gramma Dorine gushed. “And I bet it tastes wonderful.” Milli beamed at the praise. She had been doing cakes since she was seventeen and, yet she still felt a thrill when someone complimented one of her cakes, no matter how simple it was. “Just a little something I whipped up this morning. Coconut spiced rum sponge with a pineapple filling.” “A Pina Colada cake, how clever,” Dorine complimented as Elizabeth smiled.

Seven months after the night in Moonstone Hall, I turned twenty-three. Nobody made a thing of it except Jax, who made a thing of everything that gave him an excuse to cook something ambitious. He had been researching a specific cake for three weeks, a layered thing with hazelnuts and a coffee filling that he had found in a recipe book someone had left in the kitchen, and the birthday was his justification for the attempt. The cake was technically imperfect and actually delicious, and he presented it at the table that evening with the expression of someone who knows the difference between those two things and has decided the second one matters more.

Hunter could not decide which smile was least unsettling. The only thing that he had not touched was the mug on the tray. He lifted it and sniffed its contents before taking a cautious swallow. “What is this?” “It’s mulled wine, watered down and spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg and a few other things. It will help you heal.” Hunter took a few more cautious sips before gulping it all down. He sat the mug back on the tray. She took it and sat it on the nightstand.