Harry Styles Cakes Novels & Stories

"All is well. Do you truly believe I am incapable of handling these little monsters? Being the CEO of one of the biggest international corporations in Europe, I can handle anything." Now, I'm feeling incredibly delighted. Now that my cake has been wonderfully baked, all I need to do is add some cream toppers. Yes, it appears wonderful now. I used a variety of flavored and colored whipped toppings to make my cake look appetizing. Seeing that mouthwatering cake in front of me makes it difficult for me to restrain my tongue. But I can't enjoy the cake by myself because I asked Harry to join me in my delight. After setting the cake on the kitchen island, I entered my room to get dressed. It is a

Hazel was exhausted from the tiring routine of the day. In morning she wake up, bath herself and Xavier then dress him up, then preparing breakfast for Harry, Xavier and herself. Then the day start at her Bakery COCO. She prepares customised cakes and desserts. This week she has a big order for arranging a dessert table and 6 tier wedding cake for a wedding. She was super busy this week.

Amy was turning four years old tomorrow, and the upcoming celebration demanded everyone's full attention. We walked into the formal dining room. The long mahogany table usually hosted serious men discussing violent territorial disputes, but today it held a dozen small cakes. Mrs. Halloway stood near the edge of the table sorting through a stack of colorful paper plates. "You are just in time for the tasting session," Mrs. Halloway announced with a bright smile. "The bakery sent over six different flavors for the birthday party, so we need to pick a winner before noon." Amy sat at the head of the heavy table. She wore a yellow dress, and a thick smear of brown chocolate frosting already cover

He said and showed me the cakes inside a glass. *stare* I don't think she will love those cakes. I mean, yes, they are cakes, but I think it won't pass to her taste. What if she declares a war against me because I insulted her for giving her a low class cake? "I don't the all of them. Nothing more?" He awkwardly laughs. "Do you want to try our limited best-selling cake, Sir?" "Is it strawberry and chocolate flavoured? If no, then no thanks." I snorted. He chuckled.

His tone was so contemptuous it would be impossible for Gavin to believe we had a single good day in our marriage. I cleared my throat, using the time to gather my words. “I called for two reasons, Harry. The first is Cakes. Where is he?” Silence. “Second is the email address of whoever sent you those pictures. I want it right now.” Harry groaned like I was the one being a bother, not him holding my life hostage. “I already told you the dog’s with people who would actually take care of him. For the email address, it’s been months. I can’t possibly begin to dig in my mail for it. I’m a busy man. I get loads daily.”

I muttered. “That’s not an issue. I’m here. We’ll go shopping today.” “No, Harry. You’re busy. I can just pick something.” “No. That’s not acceptable. They’re meeting the Trinity Real Estate CEO for the first time. You have to stand out. Let’s inform the housekeeper—she can look after the kids while we’re out.” “Fine,” I said, hiding a laugh. “So, you’re my stylist for today?” A few hours later, we were walking through rows of boutiques. Some were familiar, others not. Harry’s hands sifted through racks, placing dresses in front of me, his fingers brushing the silky fabrics.

"Wow, it's 9 already? Did I bake too much?" Ricky glanced at some stuffs that he baked which was placed on trays on the kitchen counter. There were blueberry cheese tart, pavlova, fruit tart and some honey cream cupcakes. Four types in total. "Maybe it is too much..." He looked at the abundance variety of cakes, troubled of how to store them in the refrigerator that was recently filled with fresh ingredients that the stalker habitually bought.

Harold urged everyone. Harry carried the birthday cake and placed it in the middle of the table, at the top. Lars took Keelin's hand and walked around behind the table, stood in front of the cake, and lit it. Harold looked at the three palm trees on the cake and said in a low voice “It should be ten times this amount.” "Huh, what did you say?" Sera stood close to him and couldn't hear well and asked again. “Ah, I see the bat is very detailed, where did you buy it?” Harold quickly changed the sentence.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked cakes, each one carefully crafted to tantalize our taste buds. With a sigh of defeat, I checked the variety of samples which the waitress placed on our table. The task was not only to identify the ingredients, but also to match the cake name with the right exemplar. And Lord, there were all sorts of weird names - Blazing Storm, Hot Temptation, Lonely Pearl, Forbidden Bite, Key to Joy and so on. I always found events like this nerve-wrecking. Nevertheless, I surrendered and took the first sample, which looked like a brownie with a light green filling.

"You can wait outside. I'll call you when I'm done. If you keep wandering around here, then when will the cake be ready?" "I'll leave then." Scarlette waited anxiously outside. Raeleigh was alone in the kitchen. It took her more than an hour to finish the two different flavoured cakes. One was a green cake while the other was a princess cake. After she finished the final decorations, Raeleigh brought the cake out to Scarlette. Scarlette showed it off in the living room like a child. She said while eating, "Raeleigh, if you don't work as a car designer, then you should open a bakery."