Deltarune Sweet Cap'n Cakes Novels & Stories

“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 cups my face with his large hands. “Whatever it is we will face it together” he leans in and kisses my forehead. His dark navy eyes searched my face for a second before he tugs my hand “Come on lets go taste Fran’s legendary cooking before evening training remember we are taking it” I just smile and follow him. The smell of freshly baked cakes has my stomach rumbling the minute we step inside the cabin. Harriet rushes to us excitedly holding some freshly baked cupcakes out to us. “Look what aunt Fran helped me make, they are pink my favourite colour” her little face bright and happy. Fran stands holding the baby behind her laughing. I bend down and scoop Harriet up.

Lila said. “Okay then. Have a great journey.” Delaney handed her a small glass jar. “Here, this is what I could get. 100% natural honey.” Lila took it. “Looks nice. Thank you so much, Aunt Delaney. My mom would appreciate and love this.” Delaney chuckled and nodded. “Ryder, off you go now with her.” I stepped closer. “Let’s go.” Delaney smiled and waved. “Take care.” Lila smiled back, waving too.

“Thank you Carrie for your time. I look forward to see what you come up with.” “It is my pleasure luna,” Carrie replies. We all head out and hop in my Jeep. We’ll pick up Daniela’s car later. Calista is driving us to a local bakery to try some cakes. When we walk inside I think I see about fifteen different cake pieces scatter for us to try. “Hello dear, you must be Davina. My name is Marco. I hope you find one of these flavors to your liking.”

Zeeve nodded, and Zeiara smiled triumphantly. We walked into the restaurant and took the last available seat. The server handed out menus to each of us. As a side dish, I'd like a delmonico steak with mashed potatoes. Zeiara stated this with a wry smirk on her face as she looked at her brother. Zeeve nodded and looked at me, as if waiting for me to give my orders. I took another glance at the menu and examined the selection of items available. “Uh, just filet mignon,” I uttered.

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:]

Same when I was in high school. "Do you want cake too? We can eat it when we get home," Nichole asked very cheerfully. Adrian West just nodded resignedly as his daughter picked out some cakes. The man was a little grateful that Nichole didn't take longer than before. And after making the payment, Adrian and Nichole immediately got out of the cake shop and got into the car with three boxes of cakes. Two boxes of course for Patricia who finally managed to finish her body therapy and managed to walk again.

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.

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.