I Only Came For The Cake Novels & Stories

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

he called, sounding both worried and a little angry. I turned my face a bit, as I didn't feel like chatting with anyone, especially not with one I didn't like much. But he didn’t care. “I got you something,” he said, taking a deep breath and holding out a small white box wrapped up with a thin blue ribbon. I frowned. “What is that?” He smiled and lifted the lid, letting me get a good look at what was inside. For me, nothing beats raspberry vanilla cake. From Petra’s Bakery. You could hardly find any these days. Sold out before noon. Only made twice a week. Confusion made me stare at it, with a lot of emotions inside me.

They went to the pastry shop Isla had recommended. “They’re the best in the city,” she had said confidently. The pastry shop had a very simple, almost bland name: Sweets. Inside, a man in a red T-shirt and a face cap stood behind the counter attending to customers. When it was their turn, Isla stepped forward. “We need a sex cake,” she said bluntly. The man blinked, then burst into laughter. “A sex cake?” he repeated, grinning widely.

I remember sitting in my room and the makeup artist my mom got me was fixing my face. Everyone had gone to the event location and as the celebrant, I have to show up later on once everyone are present. Ivan texted me while i was in the room. He sent me a picture of the hall. I saw my pictures, moving on the projector. It melted my heart. I also saw the big cake as well. I love cakes so much. Especially the vanilla flavour. Mom had them make one for me. The hall was beautiful and I couldn't wait to go there. My makeover was taking a lot of time. The makeup artist was incredibly slow.

"Mr. Ares, look. Someone came before us." Jay, after seeing the exquisite cake with the English letters 'happy' made from fruits, suddenly widened his eyes. He immediately stretched out his hand and used his finger to swipe the edge of the matcha cake before putting it in his mouth to taste. The familiar taste made his heart bloom with joy. Jay then suddenly ran outside as if he was mad. He was confident that Angeline had come back just now. The cake was Angeline’s work. He took the elevator and ran out the door of Grand Asia but could not see the familiar figure.

I smiled looking at the table that filled with cupcakes on a plate. "Yes, do you want to try it?" She offered in a polite gesture. "If you insist," I answered with a smirk. I took a cupcake from the plate and tasted it. "Hmm, do you stay nearby?" She asked after a moment of silence. "Nope, I came for my Cupcake," I answered her. "Cupcake?" Her eyebrows knitted again. "I mean for some business trip." She nodded with a smiling face. "Can I ask you something?" I looked at her waiting for her response and she hummed in return.

After making me think he didn't care. I looked at the top of the cake and it also had a little write-up on it. “First Date” I could not contain the joy in me. The joy I was feeling was more than what my body could take. It felt like I was about to explode out of joy. “Camila! Why didn't you tell me about all this? When did he do all these?” “We had to come back early, so the decorators would set it up for you” “Mummy, Aunt Camila said Axell did all these for you, true?”

Stocked up to the brim with different kinds of food, candy and necessities but nothing catches my attention. Do they not have it? I sigh. Just when I’m about to leave, I see it on a shelf behind the cashier. It’s alone and shining like the star it is. My strawberry flavored, apple buttercream rabbit shaped cake. Heaven on earth! A smile spreads on my face as I move to point at it but before I reach, the cashier puts it in the bag of the person at the counter. “Ahh!” I scream, rushing over there. “Please tell me that was not the only one!” I know I sound like a deranged person but I need this!

As I reviewed the artist profiles, Ian pushed the door open again, peeking in. “Pretty Jen, can I come in?” “Sure.” Beatrice’s words echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t turn down such a sweet kid. Ian entered with his hands hidden behind his back. Was he hiding some little creature back there? The thought made me grip my mouse nervously. “Jen, this is a cake my dad bought for me. I saved you a piece.” “Thank you.” I stood and walked over, accepting the rice cake he offered.

She chuckled, wrapping her hands around my neck and nearly strangling me. “Let’s go down and bake the cake,” I said, my voice strained as I tapped her arms. Arriving in the living room, the doorbell rang. “Did you order anything?” Jessie turned to me. “It’s probably Zach,” I responded. Aside from Zach and Damon, no one knew about this place. Jessie's family was in California; I doubted they would spend six hours for a birthday. A flicker of excitement crossed her face as I mentioned Zach’s name. “Guess we don’t have to bake a cake now,” I stated, my eyes falling on the men bringing in a three-tiered, layered cake.