Novel & Cerita More Than Cake

Celestine asked, she lifted her shoulders and opened her two arms as she was skeptical. Louise looked at Heather. “I haven’t told you about it. It was so unexpected…” “Hundred cakes? How many exactly they order?” Heather seemed suspicious. “Five hundreds of cake slices…” Louise answered and put a big smile on her face but Heather was gulping. “A five hundred cake?” Heather got surprised as her eyes were widened and dropped her jaws. “It must be big event!” she continued to speak. Celestine sighed but she saw Louise was nodding. “There’ll be celebration between King Dragon and Oonagh.” Celestine replied. She looked around.

“It’s true I’m not as rich as Mr. Sargent and don’t know much about luxury cars… but does he have to humiliate me like that? “And who knows—maybe some mistress sent that Bentley for him.” A sharp slap cracked through the air, and a red handprint bloomed across my left cheek.

“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?

“Thank you sire for personally coming to inform us of the evil plans of others. We will protect Lord Vallas with everything in us.” Cain face twisted at Stanley’s words, he was still reeling from the shock that Stanley appearance placed on him. “I did not come here to tell you that. You must have a third friend.” Cain muttered. “Rima?” Penn and Stanley asked together. “I am not talking about a woman.” Cain face became pinched like he was suckling a sour fruit. “A man who is just like Penn.” “Curtis?” Stanley offered as Cain's eyes brightened.

The cake they made was not as good looking as they are but sure tasted better as they methodically cut the small piece out from the base of the cake and placed the cake on the plate so the chunk missing from the base wasn't visible. All three of the large men looked like ten year old girls as they were fighting over the decoration of the cake. It was such a hilarious scene, watching them fighting over candies and their colours. They didn't know but she had picked up Caleb's phone from the counter and was quietly making a video of their bickering. And God it was a treasure. "What's happening here?" Came the deep gruff voice from behind her and she stiffened, the boys straightened as well. "Wh

The others doesn't want to leave me alone but they don't have any choice. I just followed them so I can close the door. "Go home if you want to rest okay?" I just nod at Kaye before bidding our goodbyes. When they finally left the cafè I immediately fix fhe Ingredients that I will be needing. If I didn't do anything my brain might explode. I decided to make a red velvet cake that is one of our famous cake. It's a pink raspberry cake. Mostly this is what most of the couples brought in our cafè whenever they want to suprise their partners.

Looking over the rest of the cakes, I noticed a blue-coloured one that caught my eye, "Tasha, what's that blue cake?" "That's a mana-infused cake. It helps with mana recovery, but it also tastes great." "Mana infused?" I picked up the cake and took a tiny bite. When I tasted it, it was the best thing I'd had all day, "It tastes amazing!" "At least there's one thing you like."

Ria pushed everyone aside until it was just two and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you guys. When did you even have time to do all these?” I looked around the sparsely but beautifully decorated living space. There was a cute purple banner saying I’m gonna be a mom and it had the cutest stickers on them. There was even a cake that had the design ‘Mom to be’ on it. “Money makes things happen baby and this was because it was only a matter of minutes. We are having a bigger party” Jennifer declared and there was a chorus of yes throughout the room

I say flatly. "What is your favorite food?" Thomas fires off another question. "Cake," I answer a little too quickly. "What kind of cake?" Thomas chuckles. "Cake is cake," I shrug my shoulders. "I really like it with milk poured over it." Thomas pops up off the couch and hops on the bed awkwardly. "You do what with your cake?" "I pour milk over it," I giggle. "That is the grossest thing that I have ever heard," Thomas wrinkles his nose in disgust.

He asked eagerly, wanting to hear her thoughts. "It's good," Amara mumbled. With a nod of satisfaction, Killian retrieved a knife and carefully sliced a generous portion of cake, placing it on a plate in front of Amara. "Eat it" He ordered. Amara hesitated for a moment, her gaze meeting Killian's before she obediently picked up her fork and took a bite of the cake. As the sweet flavour melted on her tongue, she couldn't help but compare it to the ones available in the market, it wasn't as soft and fluffy as those but despite its slightly denser texture, the cake still tasted good. However, as she continued to eat, she noticed that the cake was overly sweet, causing her to realize that Killia