More Than Cake Novels & Stories

"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.

what was more of a welcome surprise was that they came in carrying a big cake. YES!

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.

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?"

Yenna squeezed even tighter, pulled her leg up on mine and kissed me on the chest "I'd like to stay, but I have a very important meeting in four hours. "Well, you have a couple of hours to fulfill one of my cravings," I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she gave me a sweet smile, I kissed her on the forehead and sighed "What is the Queen's craving this morning?" "I want a strawberry shortcake with cream, Teresa brought it to the pantry yesterday, I could see it, could you bring me some?" Her seductive voice made me understand that it wasn't just the craving for strawberry shortcake, she also wanted something more and that made my skin crawl.

were written on top in pink icing. Mom would surely love the cake, I thought to myself. Mom’s most favorite cake flavor is chocolate, but she’s not allowed to eat something too sweet. I asked her doctor if vanilla was allowed, and he said okay as long as she wouldn’t eat too much. Aside from the cake, I also brought mocha cupcakes for Celine and me. With the box of cake and cupcakes in my hand, I returned to my car.

I turned on the jazz playlist my father used to love — that easy, golden kind of sound that fills a home without taking up too much space — and started to bake. Cinnamon rolls first, soft and golden, then dark chocolate tarts that gleamed under the light, and finally a lemon cake with lavender frosting. I didn’t bake for anyone. I just wanted to see how the pale purple looked against the white plate. The kitchen slowly began to breathe again. The warmth from the oven wrapped itself around me, the scent of sugar and spice floating through the air until it almost felt like laughter — like memory. I wasn’t thinking about what came next. I wasn’t measuring myself against anyone else’s expectatio