Emo Cake Novels & Stories

the maid said while her head is bowing at them. "Miss Leonora sent this cake for you," she gave the cake to Aemon that Leonora sent. Lily froze for a moment as she saw the cake. She couldn't move to look at at it because of the doctor who's still putting something on her wound. But then, there was a yellow piece od paper on top of it. "It's a mango graham cake, she knew Aemon's all time favorite." His grandmother uttered when she saw the cake. "Can I see?" Lily quickly said and get the note she left. Her world almost shattered when she saw her handwritten. "Is she the one who wrote this?"

I grumbled, still keeping our hug. Emilia smiled lightly. "I know how to make it on the cake. You wouldn't even notice until you ate.” I widened my eyes. There were so many times that Emilia's mother had sent me baked desserts "including cakes" that I couldn't even tell me anymore. I began to rethink if at some point I noticed any different taste in cornmeal or wheat flour. Emilia giggled louder. At least she was smiling, that was already a novelty and a victory. Even so, I kept that expression of a few friends.

Zane said, eyeing his best friend and mother while slicing a piece of cake. Last year, Keira baked him a Dundee cake since Zane loves almonds. And from the looks of it, his best friend went for a more traditional and classic flavor for his cake and made him a Victoria sponge cake decorated with fresh strawberries around. Everyone watched Zane have a first bite of his cake and Keira especially waited for his feedback. “Hmm… this is great.” he sincerely complimented. This immediately put a proud smile on Keira’s face before she helped herself get everyone a slice as well.

“And an excellent baker.” “It’s done, Ms. Mil... CAAAKKKKKEEEE!!!” Willow shouted, stuffing her cake slice into her mouth with her hands, “Ermigawg!” “Shut up. Willow! You scared Emily!” Gracie snapped, shifting the baby as she delicately tasted a tiny bite. “Ohhh, it’s coffee and chocolate.” She seemed surprised as she ate in a voraciously dainty way. “Girls, manners. We’re strictly a ‘cake mix from a box’ kinda family.” Camille explained and then groaned at the flavor. “I could stand coffee like this every day and I don’t even like coffee.”

I agreed, “I know. It’s just not easy.” Amy brought out my favorite cake for dessert. It was a cake that stood eight inches tall. It was an Oreo cookie cake. Two layers of devil’s food cake with a two-inch layer of homemade cookies and cream between them. Then chocolate ganache was poured over the top and allowed to drip over the edges.

Alexander was looking at him with the expression that said I see you, I know what you're feeling, I'm here. Elijah nodded. Alexander's hand stayed on his knee. The fourth course was dessert—a cake that Elijah had designed and that the pastry chef at the restaurant had made. It was not a traditional wedding cake. It was a caramel cake, the kind that was popular in the South, the kind that Elijah's grandmother had made for every birthday and holiday and celebration. It had six layers and caramel frosting that required a candy thermometer and nerves of steel, and it was the best thing Elijah had ever put in his mouth.

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He pulled me into him and made me sit on the bed and said, "Let's eat together before you leave." He opened the cake and set it on the table and made a two piece using the wooden knife which I kept Inside the cake box. He gave me one piece and took a bite from his piece of cake. I took a bite from the cake too. Wow! I can't believe I baked this with my hand. It's sweet and sour and delicious. It does have some crunchy texture too. I laughed after taking a bite from my piece of cake. When I looked at Ace, he was in tears. Did he get an uncooked part of the cake?

I bathe the pancakes with the chocolate syrup like how Aeon used to do – oh, Aeon! Caelum pulled a chair and sat across me, “Where’s Aeon? Isn't he going to join us for breakfast?” I asked, my pique curiosity getting the best of me as I took the maple syrup and dip the sunny side up on them – courtesy of Aeon’s delectable yet weird taste. Caelum who hasn’t replied me, stirred his coffee and lift the cup to his lips – my question hangs unanswered.

With that, Evan cut a small piece of strawberry-flavored cake and eagerly handed it to me, “Here, want to try the strawberry flavor? I remember you used to like strawberries.” My eyes flickered as I opened her mouth lightly. The sweet, sticky, and delicate cream exploded in my mouth, and my initially bitter tongue was filled with sweet satisfaction! “It is good?” “Mm-hmm.” Evan cut another small piece of different flavored cake. “Try this mousse cake. This shop has the most famous mousse cake.” I took another small bite and tasted it slowly. “Don’t you want to eat something sweet? This macaroon is quite sweet.”