Novela Cakes Novels & Stories

"Noted." An hour later, and Kate is true to her word. She threatens to stab me with her fork when I reach for a second bite of one of the cakes she declares to be "almost as amazing as sex," although by the expression she makes I'd almost swear that if I weren't in the room she'd tell the chef it was absolutely more amazing than sex. It's all a blur to me, a parade of confections with ridiculous names, like Quadruple Dark Chocolate Frosted Sugar Dream and Frosted Raspberry Afternoon Delight and Caramel Bavarian Custard Pie and Sweet Pink Champagne.

They all stood in front of Novelty, the book store that had been converted into a small book cafe with scrumptious cakes on display. Hazel's hands were flat against the store window, her face was busy looking at the cakes making Gage chuckle and he grabbed Bree's hands in his. "Come on, Bree, we're not letting her drool in front of a window store."

I start walking back to the kitchen, hearing Coco sigh and mumble something under his breath, "Caramel!" "Here!" When I'm in, the first thing I see are the cakes on the counter before I turn to the male wearing a brown apron with some flour around his face, "F-Five cakes?" Each of them were of three colours. Red, White, Yellow, Dark brown and Light brown. "Velvet, Angel cake, Chocolate, Creme and Vanilla." He says proudly before seeing the look on my face and cowering a bit, "I-I didn't know which one you preferred and I thought that one cake wouldn't be enough, considering how you eat."

"Oh! Miss Margaret. Just some cakes nobody wanted." "Why not?" She wrinkled her nose. "Tasted weird. Really bitter." "Who made them?" "Dr. Graham. Said they were good for health or something." She shrugged. "But most people just picked at them and left the rest." I stared at the uneaten desserts, something cold settling in my stomach. "What kind of cakes?" "Herb cakes, I think she called them." "Yeah. Tasted like medicine. Really bitter." She shrugged. "The doctor seemed to know a lot about herbs and stuff though."

"What cake, sir. So the order is a month in advance, sir." “I want a three to the five-tier wedding cake, with white color and lots of diamonds from the cake.. so what my request is… I want a big round cake… but thin, made of crispy pastry…and in it there is a lot of Nutella jam ." "Yes, sir." "For what?"

He couldn't help but ask, "This cake tastes really good!" "This is your favorite cake in the past. She has another meaning. In other words, come with me!" Christiano crossed his fingers and rested them on his chin. He looked at the stunned Adeline and smiled. "Then isn't the name of this cake T realized?" "Xiaowan, did you think of something?" Looking at his excited expression, Adeline shook his head. "I just heard you say that such a name suddenly popped up in my mind!" "Yes, this cake is called Tia Misu. It's very popular with young girls!"

“Anna asked me to give cake to everyone who didn’t get any.” Regina asked, “Did you give cake to everyone?” Destiny shook her head. “No, just you.” Regina chuckled. “Thank you.” She took the cake and bit into it. “Oh, it’s delicious.” Destiny made a face and said, “No, it’s not.” Leaning closer, she whispered in Regina’s ear, “My mommy makes cakes with real sugar and cream. This one has fake sugar and cream.” Regina laughed again. The cake was low-fat and low-sugar, but since she rarely had sugar or dairy, she didn’t notice the difference. She said, “I will try a real cake one day.”

Celie frowned at me when I put the cake in front of her. "What's this?" she said. "I name it 'Azra's Secret'," I said. "It's a special dessert recipe from home." "Fatness might not be an imminent danger for you, but not for me," she said. "Oh come on, Celie," I said. "You always complain about how customers keep turning away to Monica's but have you ever noticed how boring your menu is? There are no cool desserts whatsoever!" She glared at me. "What are you, a dessert police?"

“Psychopaths and their victims. A classic duo.” “I heard that,” Nikolai said. “Good.” There was a beat of silence again. Then Sienna clapped her hands a little too brightly. “Let’s shift gears, shall we? What about cake tastings? I’ve already booked a private session with Maison Blanche patisserie. Red velvet, lemon lavender, triple chocolate ganache—” “I’m allergic to all of them,” I said without looking up. “No, you’re not,” Nikolai countered. “I could be,” I shrugged.

' Rayna shrugged, 'I stopped trying to convince you of things years ago, but I'll do what I can to keep you safe. The three of us finished our breakfast, going back for seconds nearly an hour later. I tried a few of the small cakes, marveling at the flavor. Vanilla bean infused with lavender, dark chocolate mixed with blistered cherries, identical in appearance, each cake seemed to have a different flavor.