Novela Cakes Novels & Stories

"You're not a passerby." Charlotte stepped quickly in front of him. Her expression turned serious as she fixed her gaze on his quiet, unreadable eyes. "No matter how you see yourself, at least to me… you are—" "Let's have some cake." Noah cut her off before she could finish. He had already looked away, opening the cake box beside him. Inside was an exquisite cake—a two-tiered mille crepe in a soft shade of lavender. On top sat an ornate castle crafted from cookie pieces, decorated with colorful chocolate accents. It was clearly a custom design, made with care.

She whispered to Alessandro. "Oh no… it's burnt!" Julia's face was panicked. "Burnt?" Alessandro and Giselle exchanged glances, while Julia rushed off. "Wait here, I'm still cooking," Julia said, hurrying away. Giselle seemed to love the cakes, taking a third piece. "Honey, you know so much about this village. What are these cakes made of?" "You like them?"

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked cakes, each one carefully crafted to tantalize our taste buds. With a sigh of defeat, I checked the variety of samples which the waitress placed on our table. The task was not only to identify the ingredients, but also to match the cake name with the right exemplar. And Lord, there were all sorts of weird names - Blazing Storm, Hot Temptation, Lonely Pearl, Forbidden Bite, Key to Joy and so on. I always found events like this nerve-wrecking. Nevertheless, I surrendered and took the first sample, which looked like a brownie with a light green filling.

Curiosity brimming, he eagerly awaits Nerissa's response, wanting to uncover the secrets behind this extraordinary creation. Nerissa takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her hands gracefully moving to convey her explanation. "The Cake we have here is a cherished delicacy among our kind. I’m sure It's quite different from the cakes you may have known on land. You see, we have devised a unique recipe to withstand the saltwater environment."

The cake tasting began twenty minutes later, after Aurora had texted her mother to confirm that she was still alive and did not require any additional opinions about veils until tomorrow morning. Laurent brought out six options in small slices arranged on white plates. Vanilla bean with raspberry compote, lemon elderflower, chocolate hazelnut, almond cake with apricot, pistachio with orange blossom, and a dark chocolate that Laurent said was made for guests who “don’t want dessert to taste too sweet.” Aurora immediately pointed to the chocolate hazelnut. “I like that one.” I wrote down her choice. “Let’s try them all first. Don’t marry a cake before you’ve met its family.”

" Charis yelled. "I love you both, thank you." Looking up at them, I said. "We love you as well, baby." Let's eat some cake now." Jenny stated. I set aside my gifts and amused Jenny and Charis by cutting the cake and giving them each a piece. My favorite cake was red velvet, with buttercream frosting and chocolate ganache. Charis, Jenny, and I continued to talk about what was going on in our lives, including Travis and Charis's relationship, which is now official.

Karina: I sat on the couch, staring at the flickering candles, the soft glow of their light dancing across the walls. The room was perfect—rose petals scattered across the table, their faint fragrance mixing with the aroma of the dinner I had spent hours preparing. The cake stood proudly on the counter, a delicate swirl of frosting adorned with a “5” I had painstakingly crafted. The cake had taken ages to bake, and even though I knew my limitations in the kitchen, today, I had tried my best to challenge my boundaries, all because I wanted to do something special for the love of my life.

Kas’s POV “Are you sure about this?” My wolf Elexis asks when the timer on the oven goes off. “Absolutely.” I say confidently. “I refuse to be a prisoner in our own home, Lex.” I pull the cupcakes out of the oven. Carrot cake caramel. I’ve been experimenting to perfect the recipe for my bakery for weeks so we can add it to the fall menu. The little browned mounds of cake finally look perfect and smell like heaven. I set them on the cooling rack and make a few notes in my notebook before I go get a shower.

I turned to the backside and saw handwritten notes on it. 'What a beautiful fate. We will meet again, Cupcake.' Your hero in real, C.G' I knitted my brows reading the short message on the napkin. Who is the mysterious sender? Is it my secret admirer? And it mentioned we will meet again. He will come and looks for me? My stomach suddenly bloomed with some weird feeling, as if the butterflies were flying inside. I never received something mysterious like this before. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

When my family found out I was depressed because of a lack of love, they were all very regretful. Dad made my older sister, Rhea, give up her south-facing bedroom, the largest in the apartment. Mom gave me the new clothes she bought for Rhea. Even my younger brother, Caleb, who had always hated me, made me a birthday cake himself. They all hoped that I would get better, even though they forgot my actual birthday. So as not to disappoint them, I forced a smile. However, the next instant, Caleb threw the cake in my face. “I told you she was faking! If she really was depressed, how could she smile so easily?” Rhea rushed in from outside, her eyes red-rimmed. “You can just tell u