Deltarune Sweet Cap'n Cakes Novels & Stories

“Right! The catering! Hold on!” He abruptly braked and veered toward the right street, sending Pelin and me lurching forward. We pulled up in front of Petite Patisserie, a bakery that looked like it had been plucked from a fairytale. Artificial flowers and candy decorations in shades of purple and pink covered the exterior. Everyone called the owner Lady Muffin, and she was already waiting near the door. Uncle Eren disappeared inside while we watched the assistants load the trunk. The smell of butter-dough and chocolate began to waft into the car. We had ordered baked salmon with rice, fresh pomegranate juice, and chocolate-filled croissants.

Rune’s third birthday celebration was delightfully celebrated by the adults inside the cozy house that Adrienne had built for herself and her son. They enjoyed the abundant cooking that Mrs. Lucian especially prepared for Rune and they helped themselves to the vanilla chocolate cake that Marcus leisurely created for the little boy.

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

Last month my male said I liked cake more than him. "I think you have gotten a new addiction, Alpha. I feel quite sad for Ragon with the number of drives he has been on to buy you cakes." She utters. Since Gio's pack is located quite far from the centre where all the stores are located, Deimos gave Ragon the duty to satisfy my cravings with cake runs. I would sometimes wake Ragon up before the sun rose for one and would finish it for breakfast. "What my pup wants, it gets," I smirk licking my lips already salivating on the thought of its softness melting in my mouth sliding down my throat with ease.

“Dumbo, her name is Cassie Davila. Does anything ring into your mind?” WHAT! Is this a prank or something? “Not it’s not” wait what this boy is reading my mind. “Technically no but the way you’re making ugly faces, anyone can tell what you are thinking.” I took my face in my palms. Are they really my kids? Am I really their Dad? “It’s late now, let’s go home.” I decided to take them home. “Really, you’re going to taking us home.” They looked so happy. “Yes, I’m going to take you people to our home.” They were jumping with joy and I drove them to our mansion. They looked at the mansion with astonishment. “It looks like a castle, just the queen is missing.” Celine said making me smile. Yeah, t

Lune was holding a slice of cream cake in her hands. Lune raised the cake high when she saw Maxwell. “Uncle Johnson, I brought my parrots over and disturbed you back then. I’m here to compensate you today. I baked this fresh cream cake for you under my brother's and aunt’s guidance. Please have a taste!” Maxwell’s heart softened. He did not like having desserts at night. However, he had to try the cake since Lune had personally baked it for him. He accepted the slice of cake from Lune and invited them inside. “Come on. Come in and have a seat.”

“If you bow your head today, you’ll spend the rest of your life dancing on Emily’s leash.” I froze, glancing at her almost without meaning to. Evelyn leaned closer, her breath warm and sweet against mine, a scent that made my composure slip. “Emily’s a Coyote princess. What she hates most is losing what she thinks belongs to her. If you compromise now, she’ll use it against you again and again. Do you really want to live forever under her thumb? Don’t worry—once the wedding pact deadline passes, she’ll come crawling back to you.”

The gentle sound of waves acted as soothing music, relaxing Gemma's soul. The sweet cake was placed on a small plate on the table. Though it was small and not even the size of a palm, the chef designed it like a masterpiece of art. Just looking at it made Gemma want to savor it. But Clement didn't care about that; he skillfully cut the cake with force, his actions smooth and perfect. "Clement, who taught you to cut the cake like that?" Gemma asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. Clement, not understanding her implication, replied, "Dad taught me, but he didn't teach me how to cut a cake."

Better get this over with. ‘I love you,’ I think one last time, knowing Raven is probably sleeping. Maybe she’ll hear it in her dreams. The thought cheers me as I shift quickly, just to check the pack Luna Delaney gave me. There’s a small hunk of bread and fresh jam inside. I scarf it down, hungrier than I realized, and shift back, eager to get this journey over with once and for all.

This In itself was no small task as they were watchful eyes all around, but they made it too. “Save those cakes, let's hope that we will find a petal in one of those slices..” “Yeah…” Orion nodded in agreement, he noticed Rune looking in confusion, “the same petals that we used to brew your cure?” He explained, “If we can find some In these cakes we would not need to go ahead with the second phase of our plan.” Rune got the message, “Oh…” he said as they began digging through every piece of cake they had recovered from the house.