Hunter X Hunter Cakes Novels & Stories

Jaxon stared at the candles, unmoving. “Make a wish,” Lilith whispered brightly. Jaxon didn’t respond immediately. Xavier leaned slightly toward him. “Go on.” After a second, Jaxon blew out the candles. Everyone clapped. Lilith smiled, but Xavier’s gaze drifted. He was seeing something else entirely. The cake in the garden. The mango slices. Aurora’s face. The mango slices on the cake. Her saying, “That sweet lady is dead.” Something didn’t add up.

Like the Moon Goddess had given them abilities meant to work together. "Athena, where do you want the cake?" Sarah called from the kitchen doorway. The cake. Of course. "I'll come help," I said, carefully extracting the blade of grass from Adrian's hand, it immediately stopped glowing, and scooping him up. In the kitchen, two elaborate cakes sat on the counter. Sarah had outdone herself, one decorated with a garden theme for Arianna, complete with edible flowers and butterflies. The other had a forest scene for Adrian, with trees and woodland creatures.

I giggled, pushing my back against his chest, reveling in his familiar scent and strength as he held me close. “This is really good cake,” I remarked, licking my lips. “Did you guys make it?” “No, we got it from the Howling Hearth. They make you a cake when it’s your birthday, and you can celebrate with friends or even by yourself,” Zara explained. “All this time, we thought you preferred spending your birthday alone until you mentioned it last year during Jace’s celebration,” Kieran added. “We figured we’d surprise you tonight.”

After all the pain, the fights, the fears… I finally had everything I once believed I couldn’t have… love, safety, family. The halls of the pack house buzzed with preparations. Staff bustled about with colorful decorations, balloons shaped like wolves and stars, and tiny footprints adorning the walls. The scent of cinnamon rolls and warm honey cakes filled the air, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. Downstairs, I found the cake in the main hall… a three-tiered masterpiece shaped like a mountain with little edible wolves climbing it, Lionel’s name spelled out in golden icing on the top. “Wow,” I whispered, fingers grazing the frosting.

"The thought that she’ll be expecting something out of the ordinary and special is just adding to my nerves." Cole laid down next to him. He also placed his hands under his head and started thinking on behalf of Hunter. He offered many ideas and Hunter liked none. "I give up, dude. I don’t know what's cooking up in your head. I'm tired. I'm going home. Penny and I have to go to the cake shop to order Claire's cake too." "The cake is from me." Hunter said as Cole rose from the bed. "Not this time. Penny is planning her birthday party this time and knowing her, I can tell you that she's not going to take a no. You can do an after-birthday celebration sort of thing. Anyway, see you tomorrow at

Though, currently, Hunter’s was bigger than Darius’ due to that stupid bet they got going. “I’ll be right back,” I muttered stiffly, making a beeline for the kitchen. I had to calm down and get my head straight if I wanted to make them suffer. But I wasn’t going to lie. I had no clue how I was going to go about it. I found Harris standing in the kitchen, taste-testing–as he liked to call it–from a tray of variable savory snacks. When he spotted me, he lowered the half-eaten biscuit topped with caviar and herbs. “Miss Cartwright, is there anything I can do for you?”

His cock surged, hard and unyielding, pressing against the line of his slacks until he had to bite down a curse. Julian froze. His eyes cut to the small paper bag sitting on the desk — the one holding the honey cake he’d bought without thinking. The scent rolled across the room, sweet and spiced, clinging to him like it had the moment he stepped inside that bakery. He grabbed the bag, tearing it open, lifting the cake to his face. The aroma hit harder, sharp and intoxicating. His cock twitched, straining painfully against his pants. Julian swore under his breath, knuckles white around the bag. “What the hell are you doing?” He snarled at his wolf. “You want to fuck a pastry now?”

In front of the Hill Manor. Nathan had just gotten off the car, still holding a small cake in his hand. Victoria went up to him from a distance, warmly welcoming him, "Nathan, you're back." Seeing him holding a delicate cake in his hands, it was exactly her favorite brand, Little Deer, Victoria was very happy. "Nathan, I'm glad you still remember my taste." She reached out to take the cake. But Nathan quickly dodged and her hand missed. Nathan said, "This cake was bought for Kassidy. I promised her that I would buy her favorite Little Deer brand cake today."

I just need to find the right time to attach these tiny cameras to Chandra's car and phone. After testing the camera's performance on my phone, I had an idea that might poke at my husband a bit. Coincidentally, I had taken a photo of a white engagement cake yesterday, of course, before I added the names Raisa and Wisnu to it. I quickly uploaded the photo of the cake and added a caption. "THE CAKE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL, I BET IT TASTES AMAZING TOO, MAKES MY MOUTH WATER.." I'll just wait a few minutes while listening to my favorite pop rock music and see if this stirs anything up in that betrayer's heart.

My bet was on the second one. I also found her medical certificates hanging on the wall, as well as some photographs of her with my dear old Dad and Joro. I rolled my eyes and turned away. I then went to the dining and I inspected the table. There was a spilled glass of water on a piece of paper. Something was written on it but the water made it puzzling. I clicked the scanner button of my glasses and the text revealed a very strange note: This is my note thing that leads the investigators to Hibara Cake, my very young killer with issues who hates me. Is this enough a lead? A student that is from the school, AMU. She’s 14, -…