Hunter X Hunter Cakes Novels & Stories

Rahl asked Crixus as he closed the door after her. Even though she was curious, she was too hurt to care. Once she was alone in the car, Emory exhaled deeply. As her pain got worse, she became more groggy and was convinced Kathleen had laced the blade. She shook her head slowly in an attempt to clear the fog clouding her thoughts, but it had no effect. Rest easy, Hunter. You did well on your first kill. The only way to ascend is to slip into the nether realm. It won’t be long before you join the rank of immortals.

So far, she has had to take note that Hunter shouldn’t be fed any chocolate. And she was right, Hunter is allergic to chocolates. She just couldn’t believe that. In any case, she had made a chicken soup for Hunter. Butler Henry had taken it to Hunter’s room. She didn’t know whether he liked it or not, and since she had nothing else to do, she decided to bake him a fresh berry tart – which she learned from Butler Henry was his favorite fruit. She mentally took a note to prepare a lot of dishes that come with berries. She might need a lot of it as an apology gift.

I picked up a stick and poked at the fire, causing the flames to jump up. “Finally, you are alone.” I heard Prince Dagon say, before going quiet, “Still not going to talk, huh? You really are a stubborn bride.” “I am not your fucken bride.” I thought back. “Remains to be said, do you think I could really control anyone with just one bite?” He laughed. “For me to be able to control someone who was not my bride, they would need to drink my blood as well, and you say you are a vampire hunter.”

Cupcake greeted as she hefted a leather bag to the ground. “No cavalry?” I asked after I noticed only her second cat had followed her. “It’s not needed. I can handle you myself, profiterole,” Cupcake assured me as she dug into her bag. I watched her curiously as she took some rather terrifying instruments that I would attribute to torture out of the bag. Not to mention the jars of unidentified powders and liquids. Who the hell is this kid? “Who the hell are you?” I asked. “Zory Adio, Silverclaw Delta Heir, and a hunter,” Zory proclaimed as she mixed a powder and liquid.

I seen four cakes I was amazed by looking at them one butterflies cake, one angel cake two girl model decorated cakes with a tree and flowers these cakes are really awesome he said "I seen you loving butterflies so this cake I bought other three I loved them so I bought did you like them" I hugged him and said "I loved them" he smiled and said "make a wish cut the cakes" I prayed that to stay longer with him always and cutted the cake feeded to him he too did the same

“But beautiful.” “First time at such a grand gathering?” I nodded, not trusting myself to explain the truth which was awfully complicated. “Well, you simply must try the honey cakes,” Luna Catherine said, gesturing toward the elaborate breakfast spread. “They are a Blackthorn specialty.” As we talked, I noticed other wolves glancing our way with poorly concealed interest. Word had clearly spread about my arrival with Sylvester, and everyone was curious about the mysterious woman who had captured the attention of such a powerful Alpha. Most of them were in my marking ceremony with Kael so I’m sure they have a lot of questions to ask.

"Forgive me for prying Empress, but you weren't crying about the cake were you?" "No, Hunter I was not." "I had a feeling. I'm very intuitive, you know." He grinned. "Yes, I can tell." I giggled. "So since the cake isn't dry...may I have a slice?" *** I was trying my best to take this whole spy thing seriously, but my Veone, some of these creatures were making it so hard. So was Hunter. "Why do werewolves get a reputation for stinking when creatures like this exist?" Hunter whispered.

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.

Keeping his award aside, Hunter found his eyes widening in surprise. Hunter’s eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld the perfectly crafted two-tier blue and white cake before him. Its velvety texture beckoned him, already tantalizing his taste buds. “Don’t tell me you baked it yourself!” he exclaimed, astonishment lacing his voice. A sparkle of pride danced in Natasha’s eyes as she replied excitedly, “Obviously, I did. You know I love baking!” A mischievous grin tugged at Hunter’s lips as he teased, “Then how come it came out so perfect? Did you secretly hire a professional?”

Chloe, looking adorable and cute in a miniature apron splattered with colorful stains, would stand beside me on a stool, her eyes wide with wonder as we poured batter into cake molds shaped like unicorns and dragons. Her imagination, filled with magic and mythical creatures, would fuel our baking adventures. One day, we might whip up a rainbow cake layered with every color imaginable, each bite a burst of fruity sweetness. Another day, we could craft a gingerbread house fit for a fairy tale, complete with a candy cane chimney and gumdrop windows.