Deltarune Sweet Cap'n Cakes Novels & Stories

By: Jroa X Bosx1ne [Jroa:] It's like you just held my hand, it seems like you've been guiding for a while You lead me and I hug your arm, It makes you fall asleep every time your voice is heard I hope when I wake up I will see your smile again. I hope when I wake up we can repeat those moments You hold me in the palm of your hand longing for your hug. I wish I could repeat, I wish I could repeat, when will I repeat. [Jroa & Bosx1ne:]

817th follower, I chuckled to myself, feeling a silly rush of happiness. I liked her recent post — a photo of her smiling in her Subway uniform and cap, holding the hot sauce carton. The caption read: “Got this as a gift.” “Pretty,” I whispered, smiling at the screen. I set my phone aside, still grinning. Today had been messy, but ending it with her even for a little while made everything feel right.

If he wanted, he could make a killing as a runway model, though I doubted he’d ever do anything so “basic” He returned less than five minutes later with Sweet Tooth’s signature pink-and-golden cake box tucked beneath one arm. He dumped it in my lap, snapped his umbrella closed, and reversed out of the parking spot without so much as blinking. “Do you ever smile?” I asked, peeking inside the box to make sure they hadn’t messed up the order. Nope. One Strawberry Shortcake Cheesecake, coming right up. “It might help with your condition.” “What condition?” Peter sounded bored.

I laughed and nod my head. "I already check his schedule this morning, I think he's free that day. But I have to make sure he jotted down yours first before it gets filled in with another appointment. So I'll get back to you on that one." "Right, now let's order and after that, we can try the dessert. We still haven't agreed on the right cake. We need the cake settled Riley, or my baby bear here will use her veto on bagels for the wedding cake." I laughed so loud, people are starting to stare at our table. I couldn't stop laughing, seeing the horror in Riley's face, hearing about my bagel wedding cake.

But Blackridge has other plans. As I step into the courtyard, voices rise. A circle has formed near the fountain, students clustered with hungry eyes. At the center stands the queen bee herself, Marissa Devereaux, holding court like it’s her birthright. She turns when she sees me, smile sharp as a blade. “Eva Sinclair,” she purrs, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Or should I say… Ava Carter?” The world tilts. My lungs seize. But no—she can’t know. She’s bluffing. Testing.

“And for you, young lady, here’s a piece of honey-walnut cake. It’s my specialty. They say that sweets are the best remedy for hearts trying to find each other.” “I can’t accept…” I began to say, but Arsel gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “Take it, Elina. You don’t want to offend Mrs. Marta. Her cakes are legendary around here,” Arsel said, and I took the package, feeling the warmth of the freshly baked cake. “Thank you very much, Mrs. Marta,” I said without hesitation. “You’re welcome, dear. Take care of our Alpha—he can be a bit stubborn at times, but he has a heart of gold,” she said with a wink before returning to her tasks.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

“ There’s a new restaurant that opened and to celebrate the fact that Angelo has recovered we should go there . “ said madam Diana . “ A new restaurant ? “ asked madam Laura . “ Remember the restaurant that we talked about ? “ said madam Diana . “ Oh ! That new restaurant that is just built . Only the vip go there . We should definitely go there . You did well to make a reservation there . “ said madam Laura excitedly . Antonio smiled helplessly when he saw his mother’s excited expression and nodded his head in agreement against his will . “ Seems like a good idea . “ said Antonio . “ Are there any cakes there ? “ asked Angelo . “ Sure there are ! Plenty of cakes with different flavours . “

The baking is in full gear and in three hours, with the help of thirty-seven other maids aside from Becca who joined them excitedly, they bake up to six thousand cookies- enough for Devilio’s one thousand and five hundred soldiers to snack on. She takes the cookies to the training field and approaches Devilio with the coolies in Ziploc bags and he is really impressed with her kind gesture. “Thank you so much, Kayola,” Devilio says, smiling down at her. “You are welcome, I just wanted to do something nice for you,” she replies and turns to leave. She waits for him to speak, and he does. “Wait. Why not stay and watch?” Kayola turns and mutters under her breath, “Good boy”.