Harry Styles Cakes Novels & Stories

Another mouthful disappeared as quickly as the first. “Does it taste good?” Harriet asked. She pulled off a small piece. Ellen hesitated. “I like the taste, it’s unusual, but I’m not sure what sort of cake it is. A lemon cake is sweet and sour like this, but I don’t think it’s lemon. Do you like it?” Harriet took a little more. “Yes, but it’s very rich. I don’t think I can eat much of this, so more for you.”

Posy smoothed the skirt of her pale pink dress with one hand while the other held a small tasting fork. The luxurious cake shop on Kingsley Avenue smelled of sugar, buttercream and roasted coffee beans. Glass cases gleamed with three-tiered show cakes, their fondant bows frozen mid-loop. A young clerk hovered nearby with a notepad as Posy sampled another bite of red velvet. “This one,” Posy murmured, tilting her head. “And perhaps a second tier of lemon. Runes loves lemon.”

She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles. Her cake was a seven-tiered giant that was made up of the Harry Potter books. Each layer was a different flavor combination of cake and frosting. I needed to get those baked and decorated tomorrow. I'd assemble them on Friday at the party. Everything else was ready to go for that party. The meat, cheese, and fruit trays I provided would be a good accompaniment to the sugarfest of the cake. Natalie's mother had decided to use a separate beverage vendor for some signature virgin cocktails for the event. I was a little unsure about that concept, but it wasn't my party, so my opinion didn't really matter. I just wanted Natalie to enjoy her c

Of course, Angel," I resumed eating with my eyes fixed on my plate. I knew their eyes were on me, but I couldn't look at them. I feel disappointed. I expect she will agree to hold our marriage soon, but maybe I'm rushing too much. I just proposed to her. Perhaps she is still thinking. Maybe tomorrow she will tell me when she wants to hold our wedding. With those thoughts, hope bloomed in my heart. But the bright atmosphere instantly becomes gloomy. Everyone turned quiet. "I made a cake." Dan clapped his hand, breaking the awkward silence around us. "I hope it's a chocolate cake, Dan," Harry grinned. "No, it wasn't. I'm sure it's Vanilla flavor. Aunty Andrea knows it's my favorite." Adrian se

Seems she was here for the same thing as him; shopping for cakes. “ Hello, thanks for the offer. Although the cake is quite good but trust me, all that just happened was just a business strategy to get you folks in buying more.” She answered back while she bent slightly over to pick a cake. She would get this one too, the unicorn cake even though she didn't believe in superstitions. Flipping her hair, she spun around quickly and with a warm smile, she greeted Dean. “ Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm Hazel and you?”

"You've lost your mind, Sean. Do you want to ruin your friendship with Dallas over Bella?" There was no way Dallas would let my fleeting thoughts come true. I glanced at the clock on my wrist; it was still quite late compared to when I usually got home. My gaze fell on the cake box I'd just picked up from the famous bakery. The menus there were always in demand, as the display cases were almost empty even though they had just opened that afternoon. I'm already smiling to myself. Arabella will definitely love the cakes I brought. A slice of blueberry cheesecake, strawberry shortcake, and an opera cake to share. Dallas hadn't told me they were banned, so there would be no problem.

It stinks high of fish, but you know, he loves it and I love him so I tolerate the nasty smell. The coffee slides down easily, with it I eat a croissant and homemade strawberry jam reminding myself that I need to make a fresh batch up for the fundraiser. On my stall I am offering small bites, jams, home made bunting, fresh homemade bread, scones, rock cakes and the such like. My mom is baking all sorts of divine cakes from chocolate, red velvet, pistachio ganache and lemon cakes to amazing their designs. She is a master baker. Seriously, I should get her hooked up with her own YouTube channel, people would love her. You know something like, Stay At Home Mom, bakes amazing cakes. I bet her fo

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

I kissed the back of his palm, then leaned into him again, feeling his heartbeat against my cheek like a secret lullaby. By the time we arrived at the cake studio, we were more love-struck than ever. The place was stunning with wide glass doors, soft jazz playing in the background, and a soft vanilla-sugar scent that made my mouth water before I even saw the cake options. Inside, there were rows of mini sample tiers placed on trays, each one labeled with flavors like Raspberry Champagne, Salted Caramel Toffee, Vanilla Bean with Lemon Curd, and Dark Chocolate with Cherry Compote. We sat at a little round table near the window, and the stylist handed us gold-plated forks like we were royalty.

“Trust me, better than this lot.” “What flavor are you going for?” Laura asks. “I want it to be three-tiered. The bottom will be raspberry and white chocolate, the middle will be caramel, and the top will be a classic Victoria sponge.” Ava claps her hands together as she lists each one. Laura smiles in agreement. “Sounds tasty.” “But which style do you think? The decoration of the cake is important to me. It has to be a little out there but also not too much.” Ava bites her lip as if she’s about to chew the entire thing off while Laura moves closer to the screen for better assessment. “This with the bright flowers or this one but with a bit of sparkle?”