Emo Cake Novels & Stories

It was the perfect time to give him my gift together with his parents. “Wow.” They all said as soon as they saw the cake I took out from the fridge. “It’s a Japanese strawberry sponge cake.” The cake was common in Japan and I’m confident that they’ll love it. And they did. “Wow, Rin. This looks so delicious.” Caleb commented before engulfing me with a bear hug. “You gotta teach me how to make this.” Korin said in awe. “You do need to learn this.” Cirrus second it. He was licking his lips as he eyed the cake. “Let’s cut it.”

the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes.

She’ll come to me and I’ll let her think she’s winning this battle, but I’m an Alpha, I’m here to win the war. My eyes slide from the elevator to my best friend, Adam Delacroix. He raises an eyebrow at me, wondering how I’m going up react to this turn of events. I glance down at the basket he’s holding in his hand, realizing it’s the basket Emi gives every time Adam does business check-ins with her. “She developed a new mini cake line,” he tells me with a smirk as he hands me the basket. “It seems you were her muse even before she realized it. She made a tiramisu mini cake after I slipped up and told her your favorite dessert was tiramisu.”

The only downside is that you have to be crazy specific. " Experiment. " Kaen answered. I wonder if it's possible to even skip the whole making process and get the finished product? " One human standard blueberry cake that's a human standard size that been freshly baked and on a silver tray. " I ordered the fake sheep. A plain steaming hot cake immediately appeared before me but I forgot to ask for frosting or decoration. " That's really close! But better have a taste try. " Hikaru says as he passes me a spoon. I take it from him and tasted it. A super sweet taste fills my mouth.

OF: I still want to have your pastries OF: Did that sound wrong to me only? WG: No SL: Nope PS: No! OF: Well OF: I'll still maintain what I said even if it has a double meaning OF: I want your pastries Mob Boss Ash OF: Your pastries that change in size, shape, and taste but are always exquisite on my tongue OF: I like the eclairs the most because of their girth and length MC: I don't know her SL: [Photo attached] Ash: What the f*ck

The number three recipe said 'Add warm water and mix to paste' "I think it's been a while since I baked a cake." She mumbled and closed her laptop. "Maybe you should have watched the video." Edward suggested and true, it never occurred to her to watch it. The cake was really captivating after it was baked and frosted with ice. Sam felt happy seeing the inscription, ' I Love You, Mum.' on the cake. All thanks to Edward else she would have baked a dough and said it's a cake.

I ignored it, but Mikel saw. "What else did you learn to cook?" Emma asked, not knowing what was going on. "Well, I can make grilled cheese, spaghetti, and something called 'emergency cookies' for when someone is sad." "Emergency cookies?" "Chocolate chip cookies that take fifteen minutes when someone needs cheering up." Emma's eyes went big. "Can we have emergency cookies tonight? Not because I'm sad, but because they sound good." "If your mom says it's okay." They both looked at me, waiting, and I knew this was how it would be. Two pairs of eyes asking me, including me in everything. Being part of a team again scared and thrilled me.

I shook my head vigorously at the magnificent taste, "Mom this is lovely, I'm definitely needing the recipe." "I'll pack some for you and Rodri," she said. "Thank you Mom," I said and spent the next few minutes shoving the contents of the tray in my mouth. "What is this Mom." I asked pointing at what I was eating. "It is an improved version of pancakes without egg yolks of course, so I laid a generous amount of cheese and mortzerella in between the half done batters and baked." "So you're telling what I'm eating is basically pancakes with a lot of cheese and mortzerella?" I asked.

They found a spot at the end of a long table, and Sera had barely sat down before she noticed the tray already waiting there, someone else's leftover meal, half eaten, pushed deliberately into her spot like it had been left just for her. "That's not funny," Mira said loudly, sweeping it aside herself before Sera could react. "Whoever did that, grow up." A ripple of laughter answered from a few tables over, Kessler's group again, not even bothering to hide that it was them. Sera felt heat rise in her chest, not fire exactly, not yet, just plain ordinary humiliation, the kind that had nothing to do with prophecy or bloodline or ancient conspiracies and everything to do with being fifteen and n

"ONE!" Together, we pushed the knife into the center of the cake. For one second, nobody reacted. Then the slice separated, revealing soft pink filling inside. Screams and cheers rang out everywhere at once. Emma jumped up and down beside the table, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. My hands flew to my mouth in shock as I stared at the pink layers inside the cake. “A girl,” I whispered, already emotional.