Loser X Cake Novels & Stories

Jayda said, upon realizing she still doesn't know who she's talking to. "I apologize. My name is Khloé and I picked your number from your business page on Instagram. It's my daughter's birthday this Tuesday and the person that was supposed to bake the cake had family issues that prompted him to leave town. I need a red velvet cake with a display of Moana. I don't mind paying double of the normal charge for express delivery." Euphoria's opening is the next day and although it feels too soon to take on special orders, Jayda couldn't turn her down.

Make a Cake To divert Lucia's sadness, Axelina asks Lucia to make Lexon's favorite cake. She didn't want Lucia to feel sad. What's more, her husband had already told her everything about Lucia. Poor woman who lives like in a golden cage. A life that is always regulated and must follow every rule of nobility.

I ask and walk out with them finding that they’ve made Maeve a ‘witchy garden’ with some of the things that she requested. After assuring them that it’s perfect, I return to planning Cayd’s farewell party. I’m finalizing the touches on his chocolate cake, his favorite, when I feel his arms wrap around my shoulders. “Please tell me that cake is for me.” He says, reaching around me to swipe a finger through the icing. “Cayd! Do you know how long it took people to make this cake for you and with one finger swipe, you’ve messed it all up.” “No worries, Luna I’ll fix it. One of the omegas says, grabbing the cake and filling in the hole left by Cayd.

she mumbled in confusion with tears almost leaving her eyes. “Did you hear that? She might be back before the next full moon, poor you Carmella” Azora said as she appeared on the mirror. Carmella turned to the mirror, she was startled but not as she was the first time she appeared, her face and eyes looked really teary at this moment, she could feel everything she have labored to have for years gradually slipping away from her “you must help me Azora, I can’t loose, I just can’t lose Joshua to her” tears went down helpless down to her face kissing her red lips.

She had worked 12 hours after all. “I am a God, sunshine. I don’t get tired. Here take this piece of cake.” “I am full. I can’t.” “You will. Trust me, it’s the best cake you will ever eat.” “Do you eat cakes?” He had not a single ounce of fat on his body. “I love cakes.” “You don’t look like that.” “Did you just give me a compliment? I am flattered.” She looked at the large piece of cake. It was 2 am for heaven’s sake and she had a large piece of cake on her plate. She tasted it and couldn’t stop moaning. The result- he took her lips in for a kiss.

The pain in my chest tightens with every snicker, every cruel laugh. “That’s enough! You’re weak, unworthy. You will never be my Luna. This pack deserves better.” His words slice through me like a knife- “I reject you, Tisha, as my mate and future Luna.” Laughter fills the hallway. So hollow, so cruel. My heart shatters as our bound snaps the remnant of what’s left of me bare for the world to see. The hallow void left drowning every Pain hitting me like a tidal wave, ripping through every part of me. My vision spins and my legs give out leaving Kimberly to hold my weight as I crumble.

Behold what they seem to call a giant bird is an ostrich. I had to explain to them that it was an ostrich but both of them, being adamant, continued to call it a giant bird. I was too lazy for an argument, told them to go with their guts and went inside to make breakfast. I contemplated for a while but I ended up making pancakes and eggs. It’s been four years of raising Jada and Jasmine alone as a single mum. I miss him, I won’t lie but I hate him for leaving us.

The MC announced on stage with an impassioned tone: "Now, let us welcome the star of the night, the Moretti family's Enforcer, Mr. Dante, and his fiancée—" The MC paused, and under the gaze of all the powerful figures, read out the name Dante would never forget: "The honorary medical student sponsored by the Moretti family, Miss Elena Ward!" Dante suddenly looked up, watching Elena, dressed in a white wedding gown and looking triumphant, slowly walking toward him. He looked like he had been struck by lightning, even unconsciously taking a step back. "...Are you kidding me? My fiancée isn't her!"

“You’re allowed to give me a moment to do it.” He accepted that. Picked up his keys. “It was your writing that made me think of it,” he said. “So it would be yours too, if you wanted it to be. Not mine with your name attached. Yours, with whatever support I can offer.” He left. I stood in the kitchen for a long time after the front door closed. I called Kendrick at ten. “Question,” I said when he picked up. “Always a bad sign,” he said. “If someone wanted to use a platform to advocate for better support and research funding around pregnancy loss. Real advocacy, not just content. Could that be a direction?”

I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. That smile said it all. I didn’t press for details. I knew better. When she was ready, she’d let me in. What mattered most was that she was back. No longer that girl who had lost herself in a jerk’s shadow. I had never supported her decision to quit modeling and devote herself to Xander. From the start, I’d had a bad feeling about him. He made her leave LG Entertainment, breaking a contract she had worked hard to earn. And for what? Love?