Moon Cake Topper Novels & Stories

It was a beautiful cloudless blue sky shining down unto the earth. There were several tables and tent in the compound, a tables for varieties of dessert, a tables for drinks, a table for a delicious food, there were a lot of salads which will be good as an appetiser, a table for gift, you can't have a birthday party without gifts and of course one special table beautify with gold colour of a massive cake with different flavour. The design was the picture of a moon protecting a sun with everything. The moon was also wearing a crown crookedly on top of its head that make one understand it to be a man protecting his woman.

She is wearing a white dress as yellow orbs illuminating it. “Here we bless the new Priestess of the Moon, Luan” a woman said and move closer to her. A crown made of silver was placed on her head. “Thee I bless Luan the grace and voice to cradle anyone in pain” another woman comes up and touch the crown, this time it turns clear like water. Five more women bless her, with every blessing her crown turns to different shade and now its black. Then a man came up, he looks exactly like the man who just kissed her.

The orbs twinkled in the light, larger ones above us as smaller ones lined the pathway—bouquet placed throughout, wrapped around trees and skirting the bottom portion of the stage. A similar goblet to our ceremony sat on the table, a silver knife beside it. Moon crystals are laid out in a perfect circle around them. Two crowns sat on either side, one thin and matched my ring. Made to look like thin vines spun around to form a circle. Tiny golden leaves were sticking out, gems of emerald and moonstone atop each one. The second was bigger, the vines thicker, the same gems lining the vines instead of the leaves.

One mouthful-sized mille-feuilles stacked with caramel shards. Zero F’s Given Macarons in all flavors and colors. All with their own placards. Every guest laughs, every guest whispers, and I make sure the photographers I invited capture it all. A cake stands on a pedestal near the terrace doors, lit like a shrine: three tiers designed like a broken wedding cake. The top, deliberately off-kilter. In lacquered chocolate across the front: JUST SERENA. Haylee finds me at the kitchen island as two bartenders shake martinis in tandem and the room vibrates on my favorite bassline.

“Just saw something rotten under the moonlight. She did not ask more questions. Instead, she added another mooncake to the tray and pushed it toward me. “New recipe,” she said. “Try it for free.” I thanked her and carried the desserts back to the cabin.

"He said he would be here before the time. So we'll wait. We should wait for thirty minutes." "What if he doesn't bring it?" Martha asked. Her voice went up an octave. She looked like she forgot how to breathe. "Let's pray he does." I replied. "If he doesn't, we move to plan B. We will use the open pots and triple the fire. It will be risky. The meat might shred." A collective gasp went up from the hall. I turned. The Moon Crescent chefs had unveiled their centerpiece. It was a plant I had never seen. It was a lettuce flower. It was the size of a shield. The leaves were a metallic gold.

On the table, one would say it was a mess most definitely as there were boxes and items. Wait! Those were the very boxes from the other day and these items, they were the ingredients. The roof right at the middle of the table was open or maybe having a glass over it but I could see the sky as the moonstone was placed on a stand right in the middle of the table. There was a telescope on the other side. "Wait, I don't understand. What is all this?" I asked him. "We should be having a full moon by tonight." He said to me as he peered into the telescope.

The wedding is five days away. While I know our wedding cake is going to be a cannoli cake with cream cheese frosting and pretty chocolate designs that will be dusted in gold. I might know what our wedding cake looks like, but trying to confirm what topper to go on the cake is a whole other story. The three of us agreed to come out in a poly relationship at the reception. So, I want the cake topper to resemble that. I find it ridiculous that I can’t decide on a damn cake topper from the catalog in front of me.

Multiple times, even when I was within hearing range. Did you see the Singer’s body? Damn. Would love to have her in my bed sometime. Really is such a shame she covers all those fine things up. Noel’s warm voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “Yes,” He murmurs, offering me an arm that I gratefully thread mine through. “You look like a fairy. And all fairies need moon cakes.” I bust out a laugh. Moon cake? ———————————————— “This looks more like a blob than a moon,” I say, holding up the soft, buttery cake into the light of the lanterns. Noel takes a bite out of his, tossing away the wrapper into the trash.

Mirage’s P.O.V I gasped as the sight unfolded in front of me. The entire rooftop had been decorated with fairy lights as well as candles and bouquets of red roses everywhere. And right at the centre of it all was a large table set for a bunch of people, with drinks and tons of food. But what really caught my attention was the gigantic cake right at the centre…not just any cake…a geode cake, with amethyst as the prime colour. And at the top of the cake were two purple candles with the numbers two and three side by side.