Novel & Cerita More Than Cake

I seen four cakes I was amazed by looking at them one butterflies cake, one angel cake two girl model decorated cakes with a tree and flowers these cakes are really awesome he said "I seen you loving butterflies so this cake I bought other three I loved them so I bought did you like them" I hugged him and said "I loved them" he smiled and said "make a wish cut the cakes" I prayed that to stay longer with him always and cutted the cake feeded to him he too did the same

Cakeu ♡: I heard your new friends will come over your house? Cakeu ♡: I'll go too. Eh!? He will come over too!? But what about his punishment? He won't do it anymore? Cakeu ♡: Don't worry about the punishment. I still won't talk to you. Me: But we're already talking right now. He's funny. Pfft. Cakeu ♡: You never said a rule about talking through text messages, Love. Tch. Eh!? But talking is still talking! Hmmmph, Cakeu is witty. I guess I don't have any choice at all. *sigh*

He laughed and Deanna rolled her eyes at him. “they aren’t that common.” Deanna said. “This one though.’ He said as he picked it up and showed her. “this one works.” “Max do we even have a cake?” Deanna asked. “We do.” He laughed. “Mom ordered it before she stopped taking her meds. She got it just a normal white cake with some normal decorations. It is rather big as well. Like four or five layers dad said but it had something to do with the tradition or something like that.”

Coming to the tasting with Liam and the crew had seemed like such a good idea in her head but right now, it was nothing short of a comedy show. “And here are the three musketeers, vanilla, chocolate and red velvet.” The baker referred to the displayed slices of cake. “This is noiceee…” Aiden commented in a French accent as he munched on the confectionery. “This is absolutely delightful.” Caden replied in an English accent. “This is nothing short of magnificent.” Liam blew a chef’s kiss in the air. Audrey could barely hold in her laughter at how the boys acted. “Is there a French vanilla cake?” Aiden asked, hi accent getting to the baker causing her to throw her head back in laughter

POV: Lena Moretti The cake was a disaster in the best possible way. Ezra had insisted on baking it himself, which was his first mistake. His second mistake was choosing a recipe that called for three layers and buttercream frosting and decorative piping, which is the kind of thing that professional bakers spend years learning and that a man who mastered corporate warfare but not the mechanics of a pastry bag should probably avoid.

“It’s like walking through a field of flowers.” “It’s a little too… delicate,” Calix countered, after a taste. “I want a cake that makes a statement. A cake that says, ‘We are here. We are in love. And we are not afraid of anything.’” He pointed to the dark chocolate and whiskey cake. “This… This says that.” “This says ‘I’ve had a really long week and I need a drink, but in cake form,’” I teased, wiping a tiny bit of chocolate from the corner of his mouth with my thumb.

"It's her birthday. We're doing decorations." "The only decoration Kai's capable of is like, one balloon and a sense of irony," Mason says. "That's fair," Kai admits. "I'll buy a balloon if Lila wants a balloon." "One balloon," I say, smiling despite myself. "From Kai. That's perfect." "We're getting her a cake," Mason says. "And like, actual nice food. Not just pizza and energy drinks." "Energy drinks are a food group," Kai argues. "They absolutely are not," I say.

"Your face," Cleo said, delighted, pressing her cheek against my hip. "You didn't know, did you? Caius asked me when your birthday was." She bounced on her toes. "He said we had to do something. Ruth made the cake." "Honey glaze,” Ruth beamed. “Caius insisted.” Honey glaze cake was my favorite. I didn’t think I could afford it this year. “Thank you,” I whispered, glancing at Caius.

I choose the one I think is the most beautiful shot and post it. I went down to the kitchen and saw Hilda preparing the ones I will cook later. I remembered the cake that I baked earlier. "Where's the cake?" I asked as I approached her. She pointed at the mini table in the living room. I take a few steps and looked. I tasted two flavors. First is the Red Velvet Cake and the second one is a Cheese Cake. I need to know which of them is the most delicious that I can bake later. "The Red Velvet Cake is delicious than Cheese Cake," Hilda pointed out the red velvet cake.

A couple of hiccups here and there and the occasional fight needing to be broken up but overall I’m having an absolute blast. I’m just finishing my umpteenth drink when the music comes to an abrupt stop. People start to whine but then I see the crowd part as my parents carry out a massive six-tier birthday cake with sparklers on it. I smile wide as everyone starts singing me happy birthday. The cake is absolutely stunning, too pretty to even eat. It’s a white cake with gold swirls decorated over the white and each tier base is surrounded by roses. I get close to it, and it smells…oh my Goddess it smells divine. There’s a white buttercream frosting but on the inside, I can smell chocolate and