Moon Cake Topper Novels & Stories

Ullyses asked us. "Seven Months and counting..." Manu answered without even looking at Ullyses. "Stay strong guys," Manu nod at him. "We do." He hold my hand again, and goes out the bakeshop store. We sit on the benches here and open the case of the cake. It was just a small circle cake, that it was look like a moon. "It's a moon cake. This is the most best selling cake in this place. It was traditionally eaten during Mid-Autmn Festival. Well, it's about a lunar appreciation and moon watching," He explained, as he open the boxes and handed to me.

"Father is so good to Auntie Isabella, much better than to you—" The oven timer dinged softly, cutting off her endless complaints. A rich, sweet scent of honey and oats instantly filled the kitchen. Both cubs' eyes lit up immediately. They sniffed eagerly and crowded around. "It's honey oat cakes!" Mason stood on his tiptoes, trying to see what was on the baking sheet. "It's the traditional offering for the Full Moon Festival! I want some!" I took out the baking sheet. On it were several golden-brown honey oat cakes, but one of them was slightly burnt on the edge and not perfectly shaped.

Columba Rajadi took one of the four pieces of moon cakes and smelt it for a while. “This is coffee flavor, isn’t it?” Columba Rajadi was full of curiosity what flavors of moon cakes Queenie Qamra had baked. “Yeah… That brown one is coffee flavor… This green one is green tea flavor… The orange one is orange flavor of course… And this red one is pinky rose flavor… Hope you’ll like them… Some of my maids have tasted them and they said they liked them…” said Queenie Qamra still enthusiastically. Out of a sudden, there came Apollo Frias from behind his wife. Without being realized by those two women, Apollo Frias had been standing behind his wife.

Kai added, "but that's not it." He flipped a page in his notebook to show some scribbles that were impossible to read, with some circles on the top of the page. "They were all born on the night of full moon." That caught my attention. "That's not it, they were all murdered on the night of the full moon as well," Kai circled the circle once again in his notebook, which I assumed was the moon. "But yesterday was the full moon," I stated, thinking about hearing any recent news, "there was no murder yesterday."

he said, taking another bite. "You didn't answer my question," Emily reminded him. Lowell gave her a smile before answering. "Red mooncakes are a symbol of eternal bond between two people." "Oh, then I guess you're going to propose to me all over again," Emily said, giggling. Lowell shook his head. ■■■■

Opal said as she put the pin on Casey's hair, "Rose quartz represent love. Keep the hair pin with you always so you will be reminded of my love every single time." Casey smiled at Opal, her eyes simmering with tears. "Thank you," she whispered. Opal smiled, "Come in now let's buy a lantern." *** "Apollo! There is the stall selling moon cakes!" June pointed and tugged Apollo. "Let's go," Apollo said. They walked towards the stall and bought a few cakes. Apollo looked up at the night sky and murmured, "The lanterns are going to be lighten up soon. Let's go and but one."

“You’re exhausted, Bianca. And stress isn’t good for the baby.” “But I’m fine—” “Oh, I’m sure you’re fine now, but you’ve still been pushing yourself too hard.” He gestured to the plans spread across the table. “Look, I’ve got this under control. The color scheme is set, the menu is being finalized, and I’ve even arranged for some traditional Werewolf elements to be incorporated.” That surprised me. “What Werewolf elements?” Isaac gestured to a sketch on the table. “Silver moon lanterns like the ones used in your mother’s pack. And the cake will have moonstone decorations, which I’m told is a Werewolf tradition for celebrating births, isn’t it?”

He was going to say 'Let's go to the Wuren County'. Stacy said she wanted to take it, but Cassandra stopped her and refused. She ran out on her legs. After a while, she came in with a piece of mooncake. She lay on the bedside and said, "It's too big. It's not easy for you to bite it. I'll open it." Cassandra broke the mooncake into two halves, revealing the stuffing inside. walnuts, almonds, sesame kernels, melon seeds... She took a small piece and handed it to Grandpa's mouth, saying, "Grandpa, have a taste..."

Spotting Eleanor just stepping out of her room, she immediately called her over to pick a flavor. “This one’s red bean paste—made from sweet red beans. If you don’t like things too sweet, this lotus seed paste…” Wendy braced herself against the box, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, swaying gently. She tucked it behind her ear, carefully explaining the options to her roommate. Red bean, lotus seed, Yunnan ham paste, pineapple paste. Four flavors—Wendy had deliberated for a long time. She wanted to accommodate everyone’s tastes, and most importantly, avoid common allergens like nuts. That’s why mixed-nut mooncakes were the first to be ruled out.

My eyes narrow at the space between them. Confetti coats the table, with two large bowls—one filled with candy and the other with potato chips. There’s a plate stacked with soft-baked cookies sandwiched in buttercream and topped with a single pink candle. A young man with curly light copper hair and a sturdy build rises, offering a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he chirps, his round face lighting up with a smile as his deep, warm brown eyes fix on my mark. “It’s not much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to the Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.”