More Than Cake Novels & Stories

‘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”.

Chapter 75 Vanilia Or Chocolate (Reviewed & edited 3/24/23) *Ana* The cake is so pretty. But just as I am in awe of it, I can’t help but notice something wrong. It is the number of candles. Aren’t there too many? Isn’t the tradition supposed to be a candle for each year? I try to remember a book I read in the past as a reference. I can't say for sure, as I can’t remember having any birthdays, let alone cakes.

Richard said and winked at me. Mickey rolled his eyes. "Where is Grace?" she asked. "She went for the cake tasting."Mickey said and looked at Richard. "Cake tasting!" he said smiling brightly. "Yes...but you don't wanna go, right?"Mickey said. "Tough call! Which one should I choose...eating delicious cakes or talking to Susan?" he said thinking hard. "Just come with me. I don't think you have any chance when Mickey is here. Think about all those different flavors of delicious cakes..."June said.

The electrical light fills the room, making us wince. “I baked it myself,” Catherine says, letting go of Raven’s hair as he leans closer to examine the cake. “I hope you’ll like it.” “Is there chocolate in it?” “Three kinds of it, yes.” He looks up and smiles at her. “Then I’ll like it.” “We’ll see in a minute,” she says. “But first, the presents! Would you sit there, please?” “Presents?” he says, emphasizing the last ‘s’, and gives me a somewhat flirtatious look as he moves to sit on the sofa. “As in ‘more than one’ kind of presents?...”

Lily asked, "What is the name of the cake?" I said, "I don't know the name except for its description." "Okay, tell me about the cake." "This cake has many layers with cream in between. The top layer of the cake has a crust. The taste will be sour and sweet." She thought for a while and asked, "Is it the guava cake you're talking about?" I shaked my head. Ryan laughed and said to Lily, "I can't believe we share the same brain cell." He made fun of her and walked away.

When she told me one night that her birthday was coming up, I knew exactly what needed to be done. So there we were. Running around the pool while my mom shouted “DON’T COME ANYWHERE NEAR THAT CAKE!” Aaah, yes. The cake. It was the biggest birthday cake I had ever seen. Three tiers, mermaid themed, and yet somehow it was pinker than pink could be. Mom had gone to the best bakery in town for this cake, and the shenanegans taking place around her had her anxiety so close to the edge that I’m sure she was going to implode at any moment. If only there was a place inside the house she could stash it until the shenanigans were over… “To your left, Sarah!” Kylee exclaimed. I expertly aimed my soake

The truth, whatever it might be, remained hidden, and I was left with more questions than answers. The dance came to a close, and the time had arrived for the cake-cutting ceremony. The grand cake was a masterpiece, adorned with intricate decorations and layers that mirrored the opulence of the entire celebration. I had never seen a cake so tall as that in my entire existence. As we all gathered around the towering cake, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and cheer. The birthday song resonated through the hall, and I joined in, singing and clapping along. Sebastian's father, the birthday celebrant, stood proudly in front of the cake, ready to make the first cut.

"It's a vampire royal birthday party! We go all out! There'll be roasted meats, fresh bread, pastries, exotic fruits, desserts from five different kingdoms, and..." "Okay, okay, you had me at roasted meats." Kaelithra held up her hands in surrender. "I'll be there." Marl jumped up from his chair and actually did a little happy dance right there in her shop. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he said, grinning so wide his fangs showed. "You're the best friend ever! I'm going to make sure they save you the biggest portions! Oh, and there's this thing they make, it's called blood cake, but don't worry, it's not actually made of blood, it's just called that because it's red and..."

Take it back, I don’t need it. He didn’t accept it, instead he leaned in another inch, dropping his voice low, whispering so only me could hear. “It’s an apology gift, Ice Queen, not a charity. There’s a difference. “My name is Adina, not Ice Queen. And I don’t accept gifts from people I don’t like.” I said, my voice steady. “I’m not asking you to like me he replied”, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m asking you to accept a piece offering. Consider it a way to right a wrong”.

she muttered, sitting on the arm of the couch. “I know,” Zane said, sinking into the other end. “You don’t ask for a lot.” There was a pause. She hated that he noticed. He opened a box, slid it toward her. “You’ve been quiet. People are talking.” “Let them.” She bit into a fry, chewing slowly. “They always do.” Zane nodded, eyes still on her. “I get it. This school eats people alive. Especially the ones who don’t play the game.”