More Than Cake Novels & Stories

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.”

“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 has icing. Beneath it is a little brown round structure made with flour, milk, sugar, butter...” “I know what a cake is, Layla!” I yanked the blanket off me and jumped off the bed. “My question is, what are you doing in here with a motherfucking cake?” Leo stirred and the next moment, fluttered his eyes open. “Happy birthday, baby,” the frown on my face relaxed, replaced by a sweet smile for my boy. Returning my attention to Layla, the hard frown returned. “You and your cake should get the fuck out of this room.”

"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.

he asks, already starting to bounce again. That answers that. Too much sugar is definitely a bad idea. I turn to the counter and put four slices of bread into the toaster. I grab the butter from the fridge and set it nearby. The cakes sit in a clear container on the counter. Different sizes. Different colors. Too many choices. If I let him pick, he’d go for the biggest one without thinking. I open the lid and take out a smaller chocolate one instead. It’s still a lot, but better than the massive one.

The penthouse had champagne. This backyard had cake. And cake tasted better. End

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