Novel & Cerita More Than Cake

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.

“I prefer the chocolate and salted caramel.” “Too heavy.” “It's cake.” “Exactly.” “That's generally what cake is.” Mrs. Bennett put the catalogue down. “I think I see the problem.” We looked at her. “You're both trying to choose one flavor for the entire cake.” Sebastian frowned. “Isn't that how it works?” “Not necessarily.” She explained that the cake could have several tiers, each with a different flavor, while the exterior remained visually cohesive. I looked at Sebastian. He looked at me.

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

"I would like to thank you for participating in our annual party today. As a reward, your Luna prepared the biggest cake of the centuries that can accommodate you all. And I import branded liquor from the capitol. Let's enjoy the party and get wasted." The wolves howled in unison in happiness and praise. Then, the big thick curtain opened, revealing the three layered cake with a height of 5,100 m. It is the biggest cake that they have seen, which makes the crowd howl in amazement. It is coated with chocolate bits, fudge, and syrup. "Maia!" The Alpha's daughter looked and turned around to see her best friend wearing an unbuttoned floral polo and board shorts. She walked towards him and hit hi

Everything else is dinner. The cake is exactly what I wanted. Three tiers, brown butter sponge, mascarpone cream, a thin layer of bitter orange between each tier. Simple exterior, no piping, just texture and fresh figs on top. Celeste would approve. Mrs. Kowalski definitely approves because she has two slices and doesn't comment, which from her is the highest possible praise. At nine people start leaving in the warm way people leave good things, slowly and with long goodbyes in the doorway.

Tony said gruffly, then winked down at Gemma. “Please, guys. I just ate one of Mom’s cinnamon rolls,” Kyle groaned. “I bet you ate the middle one too, didn’t you?” Gemma teased. “Don’t worry, she made a whole cake pan.” “Good. The middle ones are my favorite ones.” “Too bad Dad ate the other one,” Kyle replied. Gemma let out an exaggerated groan and pretended to faint. “But I need that one," she whined. "It has the most frosting, and they’re never as done as the ones on the outside,”

Peter's POV I received several calls from extended family and friends. Delivery men came knocking on my doors, passing presents sent to me because I already told everyone that they don't have to come over here. "This private birthday is just perfect" Bella exclaimed just after we cut the cake. "You think so too?" I asked, shoving a piece of cake into her mouth and she did the same to me. "Yeah, it seemed like both of us are us are left alone in this world" She said. I agree.

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

My mind raced as I scanned the themes on the screen behind him: ~ A winter wonderland cake with fondant snowflakes and icicles ~A fairytale castle with complete fondant towers, turrets, and a moat ~ A dragon-shaped cake with scales and fire-breathing details ~A replica of the Eiffel Tower made entirely from sugar and fondant ~ An abstract art cake with geometric shapes and vibrant colors ~A vintage-inspired cake with lace, pearls, and a classic beauty theme ~Magical forest with fondant trees and mushrooms. My heart skipped a beat as I realized the complexity of the challenge. I had never attempted anything like this before, but I was determined to rise to the occasion. Bernard dropped anothe

Just thinking of another bite was making me sick. Too. Much. Sugar. "What's your favourite cake?" "Hmm?" I said looking up, nearly half asleep in the warmth here, it made me drowsy. He was flicking through the book and my eyes scanned the pages, how were they so pretty? Too pretty to be eaten. "Chocolate, strawberry, caram-," "I don't have one," Reed raised an eyebrow at me leaning back in his chair, "How can you not have a favourite cake?"