Miles Morales Birthday Cake Novels & Stories

Lewis and Irene came by earlier in the day to leave their gifts, and gave a hug and kiss on my cheek. Sweet people. "I'm so happy to have you all here," I say as I hug Dane with one arm. His much bigger one wraps around my shoulders. "We are too," says Mia sweetly. "Here," says Dexter as he slides the cake over to the edge of the island near me, "blow out your candles." Walking over to it, I see that the cake has red frosting that says 'You're eighteen, but I love you a million!' I smile at the message. Looking over to Dane, I hold his hand as I smile at him. He grins back, his grey eyes twinkling.

I said back to him. As Shayla sat back down, the waitress brought in a molten chocolate cake with a sparkler on top, singing happy birthday with the other waiters, the plate had happy birthday written on it with caramel topping. I gave the best smile I could right now and pulled the sparkler out to wave it around some before taking a bite of the delicious cake. The cake would probably would be the best part of the entire night. Between Azai and my brother, I did not want to be here. I would have rather been tied to the back of a truck and drug down the road than be where I was at this moment.

the event host's voice lifted above the noise, warm and projected, "can we gather the Moretti family at the cake station? It's time to sing for our birthday boy." "Excuse me," I told Risa, walking towards where Dante and Oliver already stood. Oliver saw the cake and sat down on the grass, legs crossed, mouth open, staring up at the three-tiered creation that had been designed to look like a dinosaur emerging from a volcanic island. It had been made by a bakery in London who had flown their lead confectioner in yesterday specifically for this, which was information I had given Dante's credit card and chosen not to examine too closely.

*** As the night goes on, the celebration shifts as it’s turning into a birthday party. The energy around us is so full of love and joy, it feels like the entire world is celebrating right along with me. Then, I see it. My jaw drops, my eyes go wide. It’s the biggest cake I’ve ever laid eyes on in my life. It’s massive, towering with layers of frosting and decorations that make my head spin. I stand there, staring at it, totally in shock. Mikhail chuckles next to me, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Don’t look so shocked," he teases, his voice low and amused. "Did you forget we live in a pack of wolves? The moment you cut this cake, it’ll be inhaled in minutes."

I said rather annoyed with his attempt of reminding me about being a responsible adult. He nodded. "Right. So..." he glanced over my shoulder and his expression turned amused. "Really, my love?" Frowning, I turned around and saw my mom holding a one tier round shaped chocolate cake which said 'Happy Birthday Kellie boo!' with eighteen candles on the edges. She shrugged. "I can't help it. He's not old enough to have a birthday cake," she said, then placed the cake on the kitchen island. Marcus and Zoey, for whatever they did that took them to follow so late, came into the kitchen. "Is it time already, mom?" Zoey asked as she approached the kitchen island with Marcus right behind her.

“Davina?” “Sorry, it’s probably nothing but the hairs on my neck began to stand as if we were being watched.” “Well lets not alert anyone unless needed. I have wolves checking the area. How did the talk with Malayah go?” “I’ll tell you about it later.” He kisses my cheek and watches as Miss Kat brings out the cakes. We all break out into the birthday song and the girls are smiling so wide. They each have their own cake. Maliyah’s main color is black with silver frosting designs and Malayah’s main color is silver with black frosting designs. Each with seven candles for them to blow out. The song completes.

I lifted the cake carefully and placed it on the table. “ Wow! This is so pretty.” Caroline exclaimed. “ Yes, I have never seen anything like it before. What is it called?’ Elsa asked in an awed voice. “ It is called the Rainbow Cake. Mother Lily had taught me to bake this cake. We baked this cake on Mother Lily’s birthday so that all of us could get to eat the flavor of the cake we wanted. We couldn’t afford to celebrate every child’s birthday separately. So we collectively celebrated our birthday on Mother Lily’s birthday.”

It was supposed to have a fiery red body, silver wheels, and my favorite sports car elements on top. But the cake before me was a simple pink. I walked over quickly to inspect it. On top were the words "Welcome Home." My birthday cake had been swapped for one celebrating Isabella's return. "What's going on? This isn't the super cool race car cake you ordered, Lily. Did they make a mistake?" "Maybe it's the cake from the banquet next door? How could the staff screw up something as important as a birthday cake?" My friends were either indignant on my behalf or questioning the Moretti family's competence.

Moreau would ask and her father would answer-what the man wanted, and what patterned wrapping paper to use. This second time around the birthday celebration felt different, but Moreau took the initiative towards something. On the way to the cemetery, she stopped for a few moments to pick out a cake covered in melted cream. Her father loved chocolate and Moreau had bought a cake with dark sprinkles. She involuntarily smiled back as she opened the box. The lighter was already in hand. Just needed to light a fire, or sing.

Arianne smiled, “Thank you.” The middle-aged man smiled shyly and didn’t say anything more. Arianne’s gaze landed on a small cake on the corner of the table. The cake was enough for one person’s share and had the words “happy birthday” written on it. Overall, it looked rather exquisite. It was clear that this cake was from White Water Bay Café. That would explain why the man, who seemed to have average finances, would come to a place like this for a meal. It’s sad to celebrate one’s birthday alone, so it was a pretty good choice for him to treat himself to a meal in a place like this.