Novel & Cerita Harley Quinn Birthday Cake

“I do not give orders.” “You told the guards to stand straighter,” he replied. “They were slouching,” she said seriously. Kayden looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “That was not my influence,” I said quickly. Athena laughed inside me. She has both of you in her. Kayden lifted Reagan into his arms and kissed her cheek. “Are you happy?” he asked her. “Yes!” she said loudly. “This is the best birthday ever.” The cake was brought out then. It was large and covered in green frosting with silver moons along the sides. Five candles stood in the center.

Both looked back and then walked up to him with vibrant smiles. “We were just heading out when you called us Jimmy.” Liz rustles his hair and holds his hand while Cole walks beside them with Quinn. In their living room a table is set. It was a feast. A simple blueberry cake at the center, bottles of soda on the sides, freshly roasted chicken, grilled salmon, carbonara and ice cream. Then a sky blue backdrop with the words ‘Happy 1st Birthday Quinsley’ in gold cursive of metallic paper is read. A few of their kid neighbors gather around the long table wearing expectant faces. Most of them are eyeing on the birthday cake though. They have made quite a close knit relationship with their parent

Tessa was ready with her spoon and plate. "Baby, did I make this cake just to eat it quickly?" Axel turned his body around and put his hands on his waist. "Well, I don't know if the cake should be saved until the next day." Tessa innocently asked. Axel took out a twenty-four-year-old birthday candle. Fortunately, the order wasn't dismembered, Axel stuck the candle on the surface of the cake and began to light it. "Happy Birthday, baby." Axel lifted the cake and held it in front of Tessa's face.

Fellow agents smile at me, looking a bit silly with birthday hats on top of their formal suits. Not having noticed Cade leaving my side, I see him bringing in a tall chocolate truffle cake with the words, “Happy Birthday Hira,” written in red. Coming to a stop before me, he whispers, “Happy Birthday, love.” “Thank you, you shouldn’t have,” celebrating your birthday is useless when you know that anytime, you’ll die. “Who says agents can't celebrate their birthday?” The lights flickered from the glowing yellow to dim blue light as the music began playing through the speakers that surround the room, everyone shuffles around.

I still wasn't sure what and how much to tell her. She placed the cake in front of me but I didn't have the heart to cut such a cute, little bento cake. It was a circular cake with pink shades of cream. The gradient of baby to hot pink on the white background screamed girly. On it, with white cream, Happy 18th was written. White edible pearls were scattered over the pink surface. Addy sang Happy Birthday song while I cut the cake and together, we got high on sugar at 10 in the morning.

Zebe shouted, raising his left hand high, his smile bright and eager. I couldn’t help but laugh softly, then turned my gaze to their father. Dark was gently rocking our youngest child in his arms, his eyes focused entirely on the four boys gathered in front of their enormous birthday cake. The cake was decorated in gold and black with the number eight standing proudly on top, surrounded by intricate designs that sparkled under the warm lights. Our twins were joyfully playing nearby with their Uncle Virgo, giggling loudly as they ran in tiny circles.

A mango-flavored one—my favorite. Ravenna saw it and ran over excitedly. "Leo, you're back! I missed you so much! Thank you for getting me a cake! Even though I like strawberries better, anything from you is my favorite!" Mom also walked over happily, but when she saw the cake, her tone turned slightly irritated. "You're her brother—how could you not know Raven's favorite flavor? Why did you buy the wrong one?" Still taking off his shoes, Leo lifted the cake high above his head, keeping it out of Ravenna's reach. "This cake isn't for Raven. It's for Dani. Today is her birthday—October 3rd."

He shrugged. A joyful smile spreads across her face. "Well, now I absolutely have to see it!" she exclaims. With anticipation shining in her eyes, she opens the pastry box and tilts it slightly, revealing a breathtaking sight. Inside are two dozen turquoise cupcakes meticulously iced together to resemble a crashing wave. "Happy 20th Birthday," King announces to her. It's February 4th, and our plans to celebrate Maddy's birthday at the indoor waterpark fell through hours ago. In an attempt to salvage the day, Willow has been tirelessly trying to arrange for a cake to be delivered.

Wasn’t I the birthday celebrant? Though he was dubious at first, Jin found out that his friend was not really kidding when she told him that she had baked a cake for him for his birthday this time around… though he found out that it was made mostly through Eden’s very careful instructions–a dark chocolate truffle, or an abbreviated attempt of it, he couldn’t be too sure with how many the generous swirls (he guessed that she either messed up at that or it was really on purpose I swear as the Princess keeps on repeating like a damn parrot) are decorated around it whilst his uncle presented him the most choicest of cakes that their chef, Audrey, had made for him.

"Excuse me, I'd like to order some tiramisu. It's my friend's birthday today, and if you have candles, please bring some over." Daniel Quinn raised his head, distracted, and foolishly asked her, "Master, how did you know it's my birthday today?" Luna Cruz retracted her foot and smiled, saying, "It's a secret." The waiter brought the cake and candles and kindly wished the flushed young man, "Happy birthday." Daniel Quinn felt incredibly uneasy. He hurriedly inserted a slender candle into the tiramisu and lit it with a match. He hesitated but finally asked, "Master, do you think what I did was wrong?"