More Than Cake Novels & Stories

I took a quick peek into the box to ensure that the cake was still intact. Thankfully, it appeared to be unharmed, its frosting and decorations still perfectly in place. "Sweetie, I do bike stunts all the time," Leo replied with a playful smirk, his confidence evident. "You think I can't handle a cake that was literally placed in the gas tank of the bike?" "A cake is like a fragile newborn baby," I said with exaggerated seriousness. "We have to handle it with the utmost care. You wouldn't be doing stunts if you had a newborn baby with you, would you?"

"Yvonne, don't open it here! There's a surprise in the cake! You must open it in your dorm!" Mom scrambled to try and snatch the cake from me. She slipped, falling to the floor, and the principal immediately helped her up. "Let her cut it open! I want to see what her excuse is! I don't care what's in the cake, she can't treat her parents like this! She's a disgrace to our school!" I chuckled lightly, ripped open the cake box, picked up the plastic knife, and sliced through the cake. The next second, everyone's eyes widened in shock.

I'm glad they are here, grandpa isn't afraid to speak up if he knows I don't like something, I don't like speaking up against people often. "Cake is-" mom starts but I cut her off. "It is a four layered cake, squares," I tell her, "each layer is different. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and marble." "Buttercream frosting," Leon says as my mom is writing everything down. I look up at Leon with a confused look. He told me I could decide everything, I wasn't wanting buttercream, I wanted whipped frosting. "Red wine for the wedding party table," mom says as she checks something off the list, "open bar for guest." I nod and grandma comes out with a tray full of cookies and brownies.

I chuckled and hit her arm. "Of course! At least I won't have to worry about a witch bewitching me," I said jokingly. She just smiled. It was followed by a comfortable silence. TODAY IS Sunday, tomorrow I'll be back at the competition! But before that, I decided to pull a prank on Eula. I ordered a fifteen-thousand-dollar huge cake. I want to surprise that witch. I customized it personally for Eula. It's a violet cake with a witch riding her broom on the top. It has fifteen layers and as tall as a normal door.

kabir said "can I see it please?" I asked "yes but not now" liam said and I nodded "now let's cut the cake" Karen said and we all nodded and surrounded around the cake The cake was looking really cute Purple in color with donuts, candies on it I've never ever cut or seen a cake like this in life It was all a dream come true And it was all possible because of my brothers I love them so much already I cut the cake and the first person I fed the cake was victor

There was everything from lemon cakes to red velvet and even carrot cakes. “Not that I’m complaining that we have so many cakes but what am I doing here?” I asked and she looked just about ready to murder me. “Do you know nothing?” she asked but I still looked at her confused, “Don’t you ever watch bridal movies or something?” “Don’t be so surprised Carmen,” I heard Liana say from behind me. She gave me a once over before taking her time to walk over to us, “She’s just extra slow some days.” Then she turned to me, “You’re supposed to do a cake tasting.”

" * Laughs* I'm not sure myself since he's taken an interest in them all. By the way, the last one you mentioned isn't a cake, it's a doughnut." " Really? No wonder it's firmer than cake... Wait, what's the difference?" " One is baked and the other is fried, one is mostly butter while the other is mostly dough. " " Dough like the bread?" " Yup." " Wow, I didn't know you could decorate bread-like cake. How come, they don't do it to normal bread? Wouldn't that be delicious?!" " * Laughs* It could be." I suddenly felt Hikaru combing through the fur of my cheeks. I purred as I leaned more toward his hand.

Moments later, he returned with a grand four-layer cake, accompanied by the gentle tune of "Happy Birthday." The cake was a work of art. Each layer had a distinct theme. The first layer was dreamy and majestic, with a castle centerpiece. The second layer was black and white, adorned with chess pieces. The third layer had an exaggerated design featuring a microphone. The final layer was a subtle blue, representing the vastness of the cosmos. Andrew explained, "When we ordered the cake, we took everyone's opinions into account. Since everyone had different ideas, we incorporated all of them." Diana chimed in, "This cake represents the love from all four of us, Dad. Aren't you happy?"

he asked. I stared at it. The thing was enormous, covered in edible gold flakes and ridiculous sugar flowers. “Is it… necessary for it to be this big?” I asked. Mr. Cormac gasped. “Miss Brooks, this is a masterpiece! A wedding cake must be grand! It must command attention! It must speak!” “It does speak,” I muttered. “It’s saying, ‘Eat me before I collapse under my own weight.’” Harry snorted behind me. The baker looked genuinely horrified. “Would you like to taste the samples?”

‘Isn’t he even worried that Cyrus might see him staring at me like this? “How is work going on for you Nat? Is it manageable?” mom asked me. ‘Why doesn’t she understand that I don’t want to talk to her?’ I groaned in my head. “It’s good” I said in short. Soon we were done with our food and maids were bringing the desserts for us. There are three types of cake. Vanilla, chocolate and strawberries. Everyone picked up the flavours they like. Just as I was about to pick one for myself my mom decided to talk again, “Here Nat. You love chocolate cake right? Take this”.