Novela Cakes Novels & Stories

Shortly after, they served the strawberry shortcake and chocolate fudge cake Ellie made. “Grandma, these are her bestsellers.” Ryo said as he sliced the cakes and serve them to his grandparents. Ryo’s Adam’s apple bobbed for every slice he made. He wanted the cakes for himself, especially the chocolate fudge cake. “They’re both divine but I am partial to the chocolate one.”

Kayla got to the bakery. This time she was the only one in, with the other girl that always insulted her. Her only companions, Alessandro and Lucas were not around. She quietly got into the kitchen and began to work. The day had a theme of fruit pastries so she planned to make Apple Turnovers, Berry Danish Pastries, Lemon Curd Tartlets, Strawberry Cream Cheese Croissants, and Banana Nutella Turnovers.

It was Saturday, his favorite day of the week, and he already looked excited for his birthday tomorrow. While Oliver settled with his homework and cartoons, Cassia and I transformed the kitchen into a festival. The scent of vanilla, chocolate, and butter filled the air as we baked a large layered cake, mini cupcakes, and trays of small chops. Flour dusted our faces and aprons, and Cassia, in her usual dramatic fashion, declared herself the “Pastry Queen of Canada.”

he nodded his head I went to mehak she said that tomorrow its prince birthday I messaged him that tonight I'm staying with mom because I want to surprise him he seen my message but didn't replied then I understood he is angry I dont know how to bake cakes but I'm gonna try today me and sarah together baked cakes I made three cakes for him red velvet cake with chocolate cookie and flowers decoration with glittery coating pink cake with floral model and strawberry flavour chocolate cookies and lollipop decorations a light cream colour cake with same floral decoration theme by keeping a small bunny on it and decorated with flowers chocolate flavour cake finally cakes are ready awww my prince go

Seeing her like this Lydia's horrible smile turned even more hideous and she pushed the tray holding white chocoloate scones with french style strawberry conserve towards Lilian who took it - Chelsea stared at the tray completely appalled as if Lydia have given Lilian a pack of grenade instead of a couple of scones . " Please dig in first lady Kaisen , I have prepared these sweets especially for you .I heard from someone that you like sweets , so I had my cook prepare batches of his most excellent ones " said Lydia with an air of ' I'm holier than thy 'and Chelsea almost vomited right then and there . Personally prepared? Yeah right if even one of these sweets weren't from ' Oven and Bake '

“Ethan gets it. We’re looking for the cake that tells a story.” “It’s cake,” I said. “Not a novel.” “All food tells a story.” He was warming to his subject now, leaning forward. “Like, okay, this one.” He gestured to the lemon lavender. “This says ‘we got married in a garden in France.’ Very romantic. Very sophisticated. But is that you guys?” Maya was watching us with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “What do you think we are?” Lucas considered this seriously, trying each cake again with his eyes closed like he was conducting a scientific experiment. It should have looked ridiculous. It shouldn’t have been charming. But somehow, watching him give this his complete attention, it was.

I ask Levi. "Anything with chocolate in it," he says, looking at the long list of wedding cakes. There are at least fifteen to choose from. Honestly, I can't decide on just one. The bakery owner gives Levi a taste of a dark chocolate cake with macadamia nuts and pistachio cream, which he seems to like. I, on the other hand, am drawn to the smell of a special cake made from an infusion of red berries, champagne and meringue. "It's one of our most popular cakes," says the woman, proudly.

There was everything from lemon cakes to red velvet and even carrot cakes. “Not that I’m complaining that we have so many cakes but what am I doing here?” I asked and she looked just about ready to murder me. “Do you know nothing?” she asked but I still looked at her confused, “Don’t you ever watch bridal movies or something?” “Don’t be so surprised Carmen,” I heard Liana say from behind me. She gave me a once over before taking her time to walk over to us, “She’s just extra slow some days.” Then she turned to me, “You’re supposed to do a cake tasting.”

Perhaps there wasn’t enough powder in the food? “Alright, I think it’s time for dessert,” Rosie clapped her hands in excitement as she reached for the cakes. The maids took away their dirty plates and changed them to clean ones. “Sierra and I had too much fun with the cake mix, we made three different types of cake!” On the edge of the table lay a marvelous spread of cakes and freshly cut fruits. Rosie walked around and gestured to each one of them. “We have Red Velvet, Belgian Chocolate, and I heard you like vanilla, so this is dulce de leche,”

Two hours later, the kitchen looked like a battlefield. Flour in the air. Chocolate smudges on cheeks. Sugar scattered across countertops. Ava and Malik were covered in evidence of their crimes. Adrian looked exactly as he had at the beginning—composed. Denise and Dominic’s pastries sat cooling in flawless rows. My father’s cake—rescued from Alex’s destruction—looked simple but elegant. And ours? Our counter looked like a bakery display case. Cupcakes perfectly frosted. Lava cakes resting in ramekins.