Loser X Cake Novels & Stories

She suggested. Kate kept thinking about what her son said to her the previous night. She wanted to get to know this girl, about whom he talked so highly. If she had managed to steal her son's heart, then she was truly special. "I love it." Katherine said politely. "I will take it." They went on to select the wedding cake, finalised the caterers and were at a cafe to grab lunch. "Katherine, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday." She apologized whole heatedly to Katherine.

He replied, "These were just regular vitamin tablets. They even smell like sour oranges." It turned out that Christopher's lies had been so poorly constructed all along. Rachel walked out of the consultation room in a daze. She leaned against the wall to support herself and laughed bitterly. She felt foolish because he had been toying with her. She had even let her own husband down. Shortly after, Christopher returned. He was done with the questionnaires. He was still putting on what he thought was a perfect disguise. He asked with a pessimistic look, "Can I leave now? This place is making me feel uncomfortable."

I feel our tail wag again. "My name's Leonder, but my friends call my Leo" He starts rubbing the sides of our face. There's nothing in his eyes but adoration and contentment as he stares into Honour's dark blue eyes. He glances back over at his jeep, it's still running and the driver side door is wide open towards the road.

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"Careful. It's still hot." More teasing erupted around the table. I closed my eyes. My birthday dinner had turned into a stage for them to display their affection. They chatted and laughed with their mutual friends like a real couple while I sat forgotten in the corner. They had not even prepared a cake. The situation felt absurd and ridiculous, and this was the birthday party Gwyneth had prepared for me. I swallowed every trace of anger and humiliation. "Congratulations, Gwyneth Sullivan. In two days, I will be gone. Your husband's place will finally belong to the man you actually care about," I muttered.

“I love your role! The way you killed that man, my God, you were insane!” Sia looked uncomfortable; her smile never reached her throat. “I need pictures,” Lilly continued. “I’m posting this everywhere.” That explained why her face felt familiar; she is an actor. Jay finally spoke. “You’ll have time for that,” he said calmly. “Miami Beach will give you better content.” He stood up and pulled out a chair for me. I hesitated for a second before sitting. He didn't stop there; he served me. Pancakes and tea, like we were some perfect couple. How on earth is he acting all relaxed and not tense, as if nothing had happened earlier?

"Hold your applause, everyone. Before I invite my grandmother to come up and give her speech, I'm sure everyone has noticed by now, a very important piece of this birthday bash is missing." "You may have noticed, her birthday cake is not here. Well, grandma, all I can say is that your birthday cake is being flown and personally delivered directly from... Paris." said Derek cheekily. Madam Louise's eyes opened wider when she heard what Derek said. Before she could react any further, the main doors to the ballroom opened to reveal a twelve-tier cake being wheeled in... by Peter and Lea Quinton. Everyone stood up and naturally applauded and cheered at the entrance of Madam Louise's birthday cak

“I think we’ll need a separate wedding just for the cake.” Jules clapped her hands. “Alright! First up—almond sponge with orange blossom buttercream. It’s subtle, elegant, and not too sweet. Like a first love that didn’t go to hell.” Valeria burst out laughing. “That’s oddly specific.” “Art imitates life, darling,” Jules said with a wink. Kc popped a forkful into her mouth and blinked. "That's perilously good." Valeria sampled hers, her eyes going wide. "Wow. That's—kissing springtime."

The truth was simpler and more inconvenient: I was not ready to run into Cassian Hale again in a public place with no warning and no preparation and nowhere to direct my eyes except straight at him. But my tutoring client had cancelled that morning, which left me with an unexpected free afternoon and a refrigerator that contained one aging clementine, half a block of cheese, and the specific kind of emptiness that only a proper market could fix. And the market on Rue Mouffetard was closer than the alternatives, and I was not, I told myself firmly, pulling on my coat; I was not going to rearrange my entire life around the possibility of encountering my ex-husband. I had done enough rearrangin

The cake couldn't wait for him, and neither would I. Todd finally stumbled home late. "You're still awake?" he mumbled, tossing a bakery box onto the counter. "Sorry, I forgot the cake, but Lula picked this one out as an apology." Without turning, I knew it was a peach crepe cake. "Have it yourself." Todd's patience evaporated. "Enough already! There is a limit to your tantrums. Lula went out of her way..."