King Cake Topper Novels & Stories

As Barb stepped into view, she started the first couple notes of the birthday song and everyone else quickly joined in. As she stepped forward and I got the first look at my cake, I couldn’t help but gasp in delight. It was perfect and everything about it just screamed my name. It was round with two tiers. It had four different shades of purple with the base of the top tier being a regular purple and the bottom, larger tier having two shades, lighter on the top half and darker on the bottom. The layers were trimmed in gold pearl dots of icing.

Jilly and I each have two tiers, and there's a box of additional sugar décor still in the van. "Start assembling," I tell Jilly. "I'll go get the rest." I'm starting to shift into business mode, and thankfully that helps calm my nerves a little. I'm already thinking through my attack plan for getting all of the decorations on the cake quickly. So I'm feeling a little better as I return to the van and grab the bin of sugar paste décor. And when I open the container and check on the tiny sculptures, I grow even more confident. I've made replicas of each of the film's major characters, and these tiny figurines are sure to be the stars of the cake. I slide the lid back on the bin and return insi

The shopkeeper was delighted. “Please come in.” The youngster came to the work desk and saw the white cheese, cake, and other ingredients on the table. He was startled for a short while, but he rolled up his sleeves and started working right away. He started making a three-layered cake. The bottom layer was a square cake, the middle was a round cake, and the top was a sunflower-shaped cake. The shopkeeper looked at him curiously and started chatting with him. “Hey there, your cake is in a unique shape, huh?”

“The best sweet things are always out of reach for a little pup, huh? Oh, what is that cool thing glowing on top of the frosting? Is that a magical fire candle?” My tiny finger points straight at the cake’s top sugar decoration. All three waiters glance up toward the ceiling to check, and in that exact split second of distraction, my fast fingers slip a little explosive powder capsule straight out of my pocket and deep into the center of the soft cake layers. “That is just a fancy alpha topper decoration, not a real fire candle, kiddo,” they explain kindly, looking back down. “Oh, then your boots better get going inside,” my voice chirps happily. “Don’t keep the big birthday wolf waiting for

Their voices blend into a cacophony of approval, filling the room with enthusiastic exclamations. A few servants emerged from a side door, carefully carrying a grand cream cake. The cake is a masterpiece, towering in its size. The layers of the cake are generously frosted with a thick, creamy icing. Brightly colored sprinkles and edible glitter adds a touch of festivity to its appearance. Atop the cake is a cluster of lit candles, arranged in a neat circle, ready to be extinguished as part of the celebratory tradition. The servants carried the cake to Yeri and her eyes widens with delight as she takes in the sight of the cake. With the cake now in place, the servants step back, allowing Yeri

I said pointing at the 5 layer cake, it was white and it was decorated with rose gold flowers spiraling from the top to the bottom, it was pretty and simple. "Do you have any adjustments?" She asked. "Just one step of the cake can be chocolate flavored and it has to be the smallest piece," I said. "Is that all?" She asked looking at MIn Jun. "Whatever my princess wants is okay," He said. "Why didn't you say that when I wanted all steps to be strawberry and vanilla?" I asked him. "Because I like chocolate and I am happy about the tiniest bit of chocolate added to our cake," He said.

As soon as the applause for the magic show died down, Isabella stepped forward with a bright, joyful smile. "Alright, kids! Time to cut the cake!" A grand, multi-tiered birthday cake was brought out to the center table, decorated with tiny royal crowns and flowers. Every child gathered around, clapping and chanting Adrienne's name. Killian stepped up to the table, holding the birthday princess securely in his arms. With Killian guiding her tiny hands, Adrienne held the cake knife and made the first cut through the frosting as the entire pack burst into cheers.

Everything else is dinner. The cake is exactly what I wanted. Three tiers, brown butter sponge, mascarpone cream, a thin layer of bitter orange between each tier. Simple exterior, no piping, just texture and fresh figs on top. Celeste would approve. Mrs. Kowalski definitely approves because she has two slices and doesn't comment, which from her is the highest possible praise. At nine people start leaving in the warm way people leave good things, slowly and with long goodbyes in the doorway.

I explained roughly how I would like the leaves to look like they are falling from the top. I slid the design of my kutte over to Patrice. “ I want this as the topper.” I said pointing to the cowboy hat and ice crown. “ Is that possible?” I ask nervously. I really want this included. Patrice looks it over and nods “ Yes. I can do this for you.” I light up “ Thank you. Now I would also like four dozen cupcakes for the wee ones.” Patrice pulls out a list of flavors to choose from. I pick basic vanilla and chocolate as well as cotton candy, orange sherbet, cookies and cream and chocolate and peanut butter.

Queen Chloris motions to the maids and signs, asking them to retrieve the cake. The maids, swiftly responding to Queen Chloris' signal, quickly swam off and soon returned, swimming in perfect synchronization. They carefully carried a tray with a beautifully adorned cake, expertly balancing it. With gentle movements, they placed the cake at the end of the honored table. The icing on the cake is a colored translucent gel, creating a captivating visual effect. The actual cake itself is of a dark opaque color, making it a bit challenging to discern the exact shades before it is cut. The cake consists of three tiers, showcasing its elegance and grandeur.