Loser X Cake Novels & Stories

The topping is what caught my attention. The cakes are topped with blobs of cream, small light-pink meringues, baby pink and white macarons, fresh strawberries, white chocolate truffles, and fresh, delicate flowers. "Oh my, that is such a beautiful cake! Thank you!" I say, in awe of the cake that looks like an artwork. "Oh, sure babe! We wanted to make today special for you." Alexia winks at me. "Does anyone have a lighter?" Akham asks. "No, cause yall made me fucking quit smoking… but I bet if you Googled that question… you'll get a few matches… get it.. matches!" Ashton laughs at his own cheesy joke.

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.

Two days later, Belinda stood at the door of Lexie's apartment. As the latter had told her to just enter on arriving, she bunched the entry code on the keypad and went in. She caught Lexie bent over a table in the kitchen, sticking two candles in the shape of “2” and “5” into a cake covered by pink icing and colorful sprinkles. On noticing the presence behind her, Lexie turned. Her lips spreading into a broad smile, she carried the cake and presented it to her friend. "I know you aren't a huge fan of cakes, but I thought you should have one this year. Happy 25th birthday, bestie."

he announced with a warm smile. Luna's face lit up with joy. "Certainly, Dad, let's go, I'm so excited about it." Luna and Robert found themselves standing at the center of a hushed and expectant crowd. All eyes were fixed on Luna, filled with enthusiasm and admiration. The scene was nothing short of magical. In the spotlight was a breathtaking cake, a creation of artistic wonder. It featured ten layers adorned with stars and a moon theme, with a color palette of soothing blues, pristine whites, and shimmering silvers. The cake itself was a masterpiece, a reflection of Luna's celestial elegance.

My dad placed his cake at the center. “Judging time!” Ava announced. We all tasted everything. Ava and Malik’s creation? Somewhere between brownie and cookie. Surprisingly edible. Adrian and Zendaya’s cake? Moist and balanced. Denise and Dominic’s pastries? Professional. My dad’s cake? Comforting. Warm. Classic. And ours? Well. Malik took one bite of the lava cake and leaned against the counter dramatically. “I see heaven.” Alex, who had returned after being exiled, pointed accusingly. “You two cheated.”

Everything is great. The phone rang for her. She said yes. "What? No. No. That's not okay. Okay. "I'll take care of it." She hung up, her face blanched. What's the matter? "Zara inquired. The cake. The bakery got the orders jumbled up. A birthday celebration in Queens got our wedding cake. "The cake for the birthday is here." How terrible is the cake for the birthday? It looks like a dinosaur. With blue frosting that said "Happy 6th Birthday, Tyler."

It had things like go-karts and a trip to the arcade on West 54th, which Justin had mentioned before. There was also a movie that Justin really wanted to see. Alex had written it down. Lillian saw that Alex had been paying attention to what Justin liked. The last thing on the list was chocolate cake. It was circled. Alex had written that it should be dark with two layers, and the cream inside should not be white but have a coffee flavor. Lillian thought about when Justin had described the cake, and she realized that Alex must have remembered. The day of Justin's birthday was a Saturday.

“Harrison. Step away from the fence.” He stepped away from the fence. He looked at it for a moment—the eighty-one nails, the lanterns strung in tight rows like a military operation—and I could see on his face the particular expression of a man who knows he has overdone something and is not yet willing to admit it. The cake was from the bakery on Ashland. It had ten candles on it, and Lucas’s name on one side, and Chloe’s name on the other, and a small wooden horse figurine on top that Chloe had picked out herself at a craft shop three weeks earlier because she had decided that horses were her personality now.

I muttered into his shirt, sobbing a little. “I didn’t either, I just paid for the surprise and your friend here handled everything.” He chuckled. “You know I’m a wonderful planner.” Lisa laughed, shrugging cutely. “Is that a six step strawberry cake!?” I gasped at the lovely cake on a table. Lisa took my hand and rushed us over to the cake. It looked even more magical closer. “Guess who made this cake?” She asked, excitedly. “Uh, Denise Hill?” “No! Your idol, Maggie Austin!”

/ ZHASK / “No, your name is Greya. And you’re a werewolf,” I told her with my serious face but what came out of her mouth was a sarcastic laugh. “So what about you? A vampire?” she said and then burst out laughing again. “No, vampires live farther north. We have no business with them.” “So you’re a werewolf too?” “Yes but not here. In this world, we’re mere mortals.” She laughed again, the same laugh I remembered when I used to tell her jokes. I miss that laugh. I miss her so much.