More Than Cake Novels & Stories

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

"Why won't this work?" Luke stared. The kitchen looked like a war zone. Flour dusted the counters, something was charred on the stove, and Cass looked like he was about to set the building on fire. "What are you doing?" Luke asked slowly. Cass looked up, his hair messy, eyes wild. "I'm trying to make a damn cake, okay? A 'Welcome Home' cake for Bingley. But the chemistry is wrong and the gravity is off and I hate everything!" Luke looked at the smashed banana on the wall behind him. "Is the banana part of the recipe or a weapon?"

Cake. There were cake everywhere. Every-fucking-where. Normal cake, Chocolate cake, Cheesecake, Red velvet cake, Ooh, Red velvet cake… yummy. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. We are in a bakery, after all, but just the sight of all the cake is making me feel a little sick. I haven’t tasted a thing yet, but I’d bet I’ll be ready to vomit pretty damn soon if the platter in front of me is anything to go by.

The topping is what caught my attention. The cakes are topped with blobs of cream, small light-pink meringues, baby pink and white macarons, fresh strawberries, white chocolate truffles, and fresh, delicate flowers. "Oh my, that is such a beautiful cake! Thank you!" I say, in awe of the cake that looks like an artwork. "Oh, sure babe! We wanted to make today special for you." Alexia winks at me. "Does anyone have a lighter?" Akham asks. "No, cause yall made me fucking quit smoking… but I bet if you Googled that question… you'll get a few matches… get it.. matches!" Ashton laughs at his own cheesy joke.

Matthew must have given her a sign that he was interested in her for her to be so sure of him accepting her proposal and the thought of that broke her heart. "Let's continue," Sarah said, smiling to her ass she moved forward. ...... Elena woke up the next morning to a text from Sarah and she immediately got into a bad mood. "Doesn't she ever rest?" She thought aloud as she opened the message. *The cake will arrive some minutes before the party. I followed your advice and didn't use the banner anymore. I however planned with the person baking the cake for a message to pop out while I am cutting the cake. Please be on time, Thanks.*

Her gaze was sharp, focused. - Or woman. Do you think you need one? “Dude, I'm no marriage expert. “Although I've been to a few. - To the people often make these cakes, but they're not fancy white things with swirls of icing and roses, like the wedding cake, is a large, flat cake. “Yes, I remember my assistant's wedding. There was a photo or drawing in the top. — Yes, it could be a surfboard or a soccer ball. Something the groom likes to do. —

Ash returned shortly after, looking a little dazed. “Hi, sorry. I got distracted in the kitchen. Is there a wedding I don’t know about?” She chuckles and sighs, “How big is the cake?” she sounds resigned, “Six tiers, almost as tall as a small car.” Kai scoffs, “I’m not joking.” Ash looks serious and Kai raises an eyebrow, Eliza nods,

(FLASHBACK) ‘Here comes the cake!’ Maia clapped her hands together as four servers carried a large square cake into the ballroom. Liora had never seen a cake that big, covered with red and gold. One good sniff and she could tell it was chocolate. Her cravings went into overdrive and she itched to get a piece. Maybe later when everyone else was gone, she could pair it with some pickles. ‘Cut It! Cut It! Cut It!’ The crowd chanted, making her burst into laughter.