I Only Came For The Cake Novels & Stories

He took my hand as we walk to the counter to pick a cake. My eyes went wild as I saw the little old lady was putting on the icing on several penis shape cupcakes. I could feel my face was getting hot as it turned into the deepest shade of red. What the fuck? What kind of cake shop is this? I could hear Nate chuckled beside me. "Oh... my sorry dear, but I ran out of space in the back to decorate. I need to finish these for a bachelorette party this evening." The lady behind the counter look at my red face and quickly ushered me to the other side of the counter.

I groaned in annoyance when she shut the door behind her, folding her shoulders determined. How the hell was I going to get out of this? **** It's been a week since my father's funeral and for the first time since then, I was about to take my first step out of the house and into civilisation. With Panic! At The Disco spilling their impeccable tunes into my ears, I walked arm in arm with Cassandra to our favourite cafe. Rhonda's Selection. Best cakes and pies I have ever tasted. I had ordered a coconut cake with custard filling while Cassandra ordered a strawberry cheesecake. I had specifically asked for our orders to be taken out separately, so I wouldn't have to deal with the two cakes acci

I looked around immediately upon entering. "You've arrived just in time. I'll just take the money inside to pay. Please land near the cake first," he said while pointing to the table with the cake on display. I nodded and placed the box of cupcakes on the side of the displayed cake. There are no mass visitors yet. Maybe their party will be later this afternoon or evening. I thought about my plan for Zellor's birthday. Her birthday is coming up and I plan to make my own cake for her. Soon the woman came back and paid.

“Whose birthday is it?” “No one’s.” He said as he placed the box on the kitchen island. “I got this for you. Strawberry cookies and cream cake like you said you wanted.” I walked closer to the island and started to unbox the cake to have a clearer look at it. “But that was last night. I was craving this last night but not anymore.” The aroma of the cake wafted through my nostrils and I thought I was going to puke. I quickly pushed it back and stepped away from it.

The cake seemed to melt in my mouth, and I widened my eyes as the perfect blend of chocolate, marshmallow, and cinnamon hit me. I almost complimented the cake, but I managed to control myself. Instead, I said something else, knowing he had been watching me the whole time. “Why do you want to meet me?” “I want to spend time with you as your father, Richard. There’s so much I want to do with you, and this is just the beginning,” he said, folding his arms on the table. I took another bite of the dinosaur cake. “Oh? What else are we going to do?”

The cake was delicious. "Who made this?" He asked, "I think it was from Y Complexe bakery," "Hmm! It is good. Maybe I should check it out." "You should!" He noticed she was feeling uneasy seated so close to him. "Tell me Chica, if your friends had not dared you to come over here, would you still have come," he took a sip from his bottle of water. Her eyes bulged out in shocked, then shut tight in embarrassment, "How did you know?"

It was the perfect time to give him my gift together with his parents. “Wow.” They all said as soon as they saw the cake I took out from the fridge. “It’s a Japanese strawberry sponge cake.” The cake was common in Japan and I’m confident that they’ll love it. And they did. “Wow, Rin. This looks so delicious.” Caleb commented before engulfing me with a bear hug. “You gotta teach me how to make this.” Korin said in awe. “You do need to learn this.” Cirrus second it. He was licking his lips as he eyed the cake. “Let’s cut it.”

“An apology. I was out of line and made you miss dessert, when that was the whole point of taking you to Bumble by the Sea. It’s their famous honey-lemon blondie.” Her lips twitched into the first genuine smile I’d seen all night, but she didn’t reach for the box. “This is a birthday party. There’s probably going to be cake.” “It won’t be this good.” “Have you been carrying this around for six days?” Curiosity won over skepticism as she took the box, flipping the lid open. The cake bar inside looked unremarkable – just a square of blonde cake with white chocolate and honey drizzled on top – but I hadn’t lied about its reputation.

Blame me hoping to find a place in that house? As I requested, Jane led me to the cake shop first. "You just wait in the car, I'll get the cake for you," said Jane. I nodded wistfully, from behind the car window, I watched Jane enter the cake shop, "Looks like the cakes here are delicious, it's so many people to come to this shop, there's nothing wrong if I try one. I want to eat cake," I decided to get out of the car.

With nothing in sight to vent my anger upon, I moved closer to the damn cake, intent on toppling it over, but when I got close enough to see the the 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEMON BOSS' written in a messy font, with half the wordings of 'birthday' gone due to the huge chunk that cunt had taken off it, I felt too nostalgic to want to hurt the poor snack. You see what Fuhad meant? A cake doesn't even fucking feel! Goddammit! I was going to prove to all who cared to know that I didn't fall for her, but first I had a role to play out at the moment, I would do justice to that first. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐