More Than Cake Novels & Stories

I decided to eat cake, I really like cake especially the chocolate and cheese cake from Dessert Paradise because it’s so delicious but Rackie doesn’t want sweet, she likes sour or salty food which she used to love sweets. While I was looking for the cake in the refrigerator, Art suddenly passed at my back. “Sorry for what Red showed earlier, he’s tired because he had a lot of work to do in the hospital and besides the frustration he feels towards himself for not being able to help Rackie.” I just nod while eating the chocolate cake I saw in the ref. “Are you listening to me?” he ask which I answer with just a nod. “You eat cake out of irritation, aren’t you health conscious?”

Athena's POV ''The flavour of the cake?'' The baker asks us and I turn my head to look at Alex and he does the same. We both just stare at the cakes in awe. We really don't know which once. After tasting almost all of the cake, I kind of got confused. There's this red velvet cake, chocolate cake, vanilla cake, cheese cake, rainbow cake. ''Um... would you give us a moment?'' I try to smile at the baker but he rolls his eyes before walking away. I breathe out, ''Okay, so, which one?'' I turn to Alex.

{TW: reckless and dangerous behavior} The lights went out suddenly. "Happy birthday to you!" Damien started, his voice loud and clear. A large, extravagant three-tiered birthday cake was rolled out, illuminated by the soft glow of flickering candles. It was a masterpiece: the bottom tier a deep chocolate adorned with intricate golden swirls and rich red roses; the middle tier a classic vanilla, decorated with delicate lace-like patterns and silver pearls; and the top tier a striking strawberry, covered in a smooth white fondant with a single elegant rose at the center.

Which include her and Prince Caspian. "Peachie, remember my cake?" Mourge suddenly ask. She lay down beside Mourge. "Which cake?" This woman inveted a lot of cakes that minor can't eat. Mourge giggled. "The unchosen cake." Ah~ the one with the beer design. "Yup. It's bittersweet. But I love it." Taking a bite in that cake makes her a little dizzy for no reason. But maybe she's tired that day? Or it is because of the hot weather?

she smiled, wiggling her eyebrows. "I don't think so," Sarah said flatly and Kaitlyn's eyebrows snapped together. "I mean it's not exactly common for someone who likes you to treat you like shit and then ram his dick into you when he wants" She shrugged. Kaitlyn stared back at her, slack-jawed. "He doesn't treat me like shit" she started. "And that's a very weird way to put it, Sarah".

Another woman rolled in a giant board covered with cake designs. Each one looked like a building. Some had five layers. Some had seven. One looked tall enough to need an elevator. I stared at them. “Why are they so tall?” I asked. “They symbolize prosperity,” the planner explained proudly. I pointed at the tallest one. “That one symbolizes back pain.” Marco snorted again. Luca glanced at the cake designs. “Pick one.” I squinted at them. “They all look like skyscrapers.” The planner clasped her hands together nervously.

She then cut a piece of cake and fed it to me. The taste of the cake in my mouth was a symphony of flavors. The cake itself was rich and moist, with a deep cocoa essence that was both sweet and slightly bitter, creating a perfect balance. Chocolate cake. "So what did you wish for?" she asked with curiosity shining in her eyes. I smirked, shaking my head in disagreement, "If I tell you, it won't come true." Kaerlia's laughter filled the room, and it was a sound that brought warmth and comfort to me. Her presence was a bright spot in what had been a challenging time for me.

he mouthed back with drama. I opened the door just as Zoey started unpacking color palettes across the entire living room. “BY THE WAY!” she yelled after me. “We need to talk about the size of the cake! I'm thinking TOWER! Maybe SEVEN TIERS!” I froze. Aaron groaned from inside. “No one needs that much cake, Zoey!” She gasped. “Everybody ALWAYS needs that much cake!” I shut the door before either of them dragged me back inside. As I walked to the elevator, one thought kept running through my head: This is happening. And somehow. I'm okay with that. Terrified, overwhelmed— but okay. This peace-this chaos with Aaron, this

They were not just a decoration, but symbols of transformation and beauty, adding a sense of freedom and grace to the cake's design. This cake is not merely a dessert; it's a narrative of taste, a visual poem, meant to be savored as much with the eyes and the heart as with the taste buds. It’s perfect for a celebration that seeks to be remembered as a touch of sweetness wrapped in the embrace of elegance, celebrating her happiness and prosperity. "This is so delicious but at the same time so beautiful… how to cut and eat now?", She asks with a innocence in her eyes as the waitresses takes their leave.

“What?” “The cake from Christine bakeries,” he said,“it’s going to go boom.” He laughed again. My head snapped up. My eyes locked on the cake, then Maurice standing right beside it alongside all those children. Wait. A bomb. There’s a bomb in that cake?