I Only Came For The Cake Song Novels & Stories

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

Cage: Please tell me you love the song and have listened to it (a blushing monkey emoji face) Me: Lol, you are so dramatic. The reply was instant and I opened it curiously. Cage: tell me the response or I will come for it personally, He threatened and I giggled before going back to reply. Me: You will have to wait up to sunset, unless you want to show off your skills. Me: The song is amazing, magical, the voice of Michelle Monroe is on another level and I love the words, I love how they make me feel, thank you for the song (emoji face)

Cassie sweetly called out to her. "Ah!" Cassie is here, quickly come in, your sister—in—law has prepared some fruits for you!” "Betty?" Cassie shouted excitedly. Betty was her idol! When Cassie walked in, she saw that there was a cake that had not been opened yet. She exclaimed, "What a big cake!” "Auntie, is this mango cake?" "No!" This is what Lennon specifically asked me to order, what? Do you like mango?" Cassie looked back with some consternation and looked at the man coming in behind her. Her smile immediately filled her eyes.

“Mr. Carter, you are drunk.” “I am fine.” “It’s time to cut the cake!” “Mr. Carter, make a wish!” A servant pushed over a cart that had a nine-layer cake on it. “Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you.” Everyone surrounded the cake and sang a birthday song. Jason and Jerry ran around the cake in excitement. “Wow, this cake is so big! It's even bigger than the cake we had on our birthday!” “Don’t you like the cake most! You can eat to your heart's content now!”

But today, he had a full table, a full room, and they were all singing just for him. Tears, hot and unexpected, pricked at the back of Cillian's eyes. He stood silent in the doorway, unable to speak, the melody washing over him like a wave of pure, unfiltered grace. It was the most profound, disarming surprise of his entire calculated life. When the singing subsided, Benita stepped forward, holding a beautiful, simple cake—a rich, dark chocolate, his favorite—adorned with a single, flickering candle. "Come on, Birthday Boy," Benita instructed gently, her eyes shining with warmth and immense tenderness. "You need to make a wish."

Despite the late hour, their flickering light was a comforting and beautiful sight to see, making the moment special. When we finally reached the sandy shore, I was greeted by the cheerful voices of my employees, led by Cecilia and Adam. They began to sing a heartfelt rendition of the birthday song, their voices harmonizing perfectly under the starry sky. “Happy birthday to you,” they sang, their voices carrying on the gentle sea breeze. Adam stood before me, proudly holding up a birthday cake decorated with candles that spelled out "30." My eyes widened in disbelief at the unexpected surprise. While I knew my friends had planned a simple celebration with some homemade food, I hadn't expecte

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch.

He dances as he mixes, occasionally making a small puff of flour fly from the bowl. “I like it!” He declares and grins. “What is the second one?” “Hmm.. I don't know.” She carefully pours the wet ingredients into the bowl and they mix it. “Come on.. think, Isabella.” Bella greases the baking pans and pours the batter in there, as she thinks about it. She has just put the cakes in the oven when she tells him. “I got it.” “What is it?” Chad asks, excited. “Copacabana by Barry Manilow.” Bella announces.

“Ma… Master Song! What’s going on? Why are you being like this? Have I done…” She had followed him to the ground floor when suddenly the lights of the house went off! “What the hell happened here?” Ryan was already in an irritated mood and now this. But before anyone could say anything, Cherry appeared in front of them with a cake in her hands while singing a birthday song for her. “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to dear Lucy! Happy Birthday to you and me! Happy Birthday to you!” Along side her, there were four guys who were singing the same for her!

She took the cake the large table that was specifically for it. “Hey Goose.” She said as she heard him approach. “How do you always do that?” Jasper laughed as he stood next to her. She shrugged “good hearing” She said softly with a laugh. They began to put the decorations on the cake and she got caught up in what she was doing and began singing a Disney song from Brave with the accent. “I will ride…I will Fly…chase the wind and touch the sky…”