Harry Potter Slytherin Cake Novels & Stories

He was now standing beside me observing my every movement. "I never knew that you can make cupcakes. You never told me that." "Well, I thought you knew everything about me," I narrowed my eyes on him remembering his words last night. "I missed out on this part, obviously." He pinched on my cheek. "Actually, I was the one who starts the idea of selling cupcakes in Scarlet's coffee shop and I taught her how to do it. We started selling it in a small amount at first then when it got more requests day by day we decided to make it as one of the coffee shop's signature desserts." I told him the small secret that he seems not aware of.

But he must also not forget Sera’s favorite fruit cake. The streets had grown darker along with the skies as he strolled towards the market. His eyes kept on looking back every minute, as something was off today. They had not shown up to ask him again about their offer, which they had kept on doing these past several days. Had they finally stopped and realized Tristan would never accept Lord Chanler’s offer? He hoped so. After buying varieties of spices and other ingredients for their roasted whole chicken, Tristan came to Harry’s Bakery and got the fruit cake Seraphine’s been mentioning about for countless times. She’d finally have it as a whole.

Hope he can see them one more time. Arriving at the kitchen, he saw a triple-tiered cake with ‘Happy Birthday Quinlynn!’ written on it. The cake was made out of different flavours. The first layer was chocolate, the second tiered was vanilla flavoured and the third was red velvet. The huge triple-tiered cake was covered in a white icing decorated with elaborated red roses around the cake and it was towering on his small figure. He praised the chef for his hard work as he went to his room to prepare Quinlynn’s present.

The black and white theme worked with little highlights of gold here and there. A spread of food and treats lined one wall with the three-tier cake with its white frosting and black cutouts of wolves racing up to the top tier where a custom moon topper sat saying ‘Prince or Princess.’ The bakery chef and I are the only ones that know the top layer of the cake contains candies that will reveal the genders. I have had to do my best to keep the knowledge safely stored in a far corner of my mind where André wouldn’t find it. I want him to be as surprised as everyone else when Alec and Crista cut into the cake. The party, of course, was a huge success.

He finally stood from the chair and walked towards the tray, touching the tongue with his own hand and sighing when it squished between his fingers. “It’s a cake,” he said, his words echoing in the hall. “A very disturbing cake. But I believe it is made of raspberry and vanilla.” I poked one eyeball until it split in half. “And the eyeballs are made of dark chocolate. Someone thinks they are very charming with this threat.”

And lastly, the highlight. "Jacob! Jacob, time to blow the candle, " I called out as I light up the simple 3 tier chocolate cake designed with a batman theme, bursting with chocolate decorations. "Ma!" Jacob jumps on my back as he hugs me from behind. I pull him close and sat him on top of the table.

He replied bluntly, fixing the blindfold draped over his head. "Oh, really?" A sudden wave of rage flooded me. I tried to apologize and he loathed me at sight, proposing parting our ways for good and breaking the bond permanently. Not just did my brother disappoint me today, but also the so-called mate waited for his turn impatiently! "Let's try it differently then. There's a cake named Sour Heart. What could the ingredients possibly be?" "Lemon, vanilla, espresso, butter biscuits, mascarpone. It should be the one on your right."

Harry smirked, “You know what’s worse? They say he’s gay and infertile. I couldn’t let your sister get married like that.” Filled with rage, I couldn’t let myself be dragged down like that. I opened the cake I was holding and slammed it to Harry’s face. I shoved the chocolates down his throat and kicked Harry’s balls and he groaned in pain. I pulled my sister’s hair and she yelped in pain.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"I agree with you, dad. Let’s try another flavour." I gasped. "That’s rude. This is a very sophisticated flavour!" Genevieve stifled a laugh and slid the next plate containing a rich, dark brown slice forward. "This is a dark chocolate sponge cake with whiskey-infused ganache with a salted caramel swirl." Calix’s eyes lit up before he could say a word, but the expression on his face was a complete endorsement. He took one bite and leaned back with a groan that could be termed inappropriate. "Now that... that’s a cake."