Pastry Cookie X Red Velvet Cookie Novels & Stories

“You look like you’re about to marry it.” I ignored him, peeling back the seal. The scent hit me first—warm vanilla, caramelized sugar, and the faintest trace of white chocolate. It was intoxicating. Inside, three glossy pastries sat perfectly aligned on a soft linen base, each one shimmering under the office lights like edible jewels. I gasped. “She actually did it…” “Did what?” “She made it exactly like the photo she sent me earlier.” I pointed at the golden drizzle curling across the top like ribbons. “Look at the precision, Damian. It’s art.”

He asks with a little smile holding it up before he took a bite, but I just shake my head with a smile walking over to the cutlery draw to pick out a fork. “No thank you, I still have half a cake from Shane to eat.” I smile hoping on the counter with my legs crossed whilst pulling open the box, the half-eaten cake Shane and I devoured during our shared break looked back at me. “Shane knows what my absolute favourite cake is, red velvet.” I say getting a piece on my fork and placing the absolute magnificent slice into my mouth, an hmm erupting from my lips as I took in the taste.

"Okay but also this place is so you. Minimalist aesthetic, warm lighting, and smells like vanilla heaven. I'm stealing this spot." "I know, right? It's like someone bottled P*******t and turned it into a coffee shop," Alice said, grinning. "Their red velvet is dangerous though. You've been warned." A server dropped off two steaming cups of mint tea and a plate of pastries cinnamon rolls, chocolate-glazed donuts, and, of course, red velvet cake. Nora raised an eyebrow. "Tea and sugar? Girl, are you okay?" "I needed this. After the week I've had? I deserve sugar therapy."

“What do you think? Safe choices?” I shrugged, still half-annoyed, half-amused. “Get whatever your mom likes. I’m just someone pretending to be your girlfriend.” He chuckled and ordered: a dozen mixed cookies, a small red velvet cake, a pecan pie because his mom always said it wasn’t Christmas without pecan pie even if Christmas was technically over. The girl behind the counter—teenager, probably working holiday break—boxed everything up, tied the string with a flourish, and handed him the receipt.

Cyra wanted to know more about her husband's past but hesitated to ask her mother-in-law. The two daughters-in-law and mother-in-law began their activities in the kitchen. They made red velvet cupcakes using sugar, eggs, vanilla, yogurt milk, food coloring, flour, cocoa powder, and other items. Once all the ingredients were ready, Cyra and Mami Mili started to prepare the cupcake batter together.

“I think I’ll go with that. And maybe a few daisies to add a bit of whimsy.” They spent the next hour going back and forth—figuring out the menu, debating the right choice for the cake, and deciding on the perfect music playlist. They disagreed on some things, like whether the band should play live jazz or acoustic music, but the little arguments only deepened their connection. “I still don’t understand why you want vanilla with strawberry filling,” Gabriel said, his brows furrowing playfully as he jotted down his notes. “Red velvet is where it’s at.” “Red velvet is overrated,” Lydia shot back with a laugh. “Vanilla is classic, light, and fresh—perfect for the warm weather. Red velvet is all

Lucian muttered. "Ah-ha" Lucifer agreed. "Now let's taste some cakes" Max sat on the other side of Thea and started to take a small bite from every flavor. He intentionally left the red velvet for the last. Slowly he lifted a small portion onto a spoon and he smelled it and observed a very pungent odor in it. "What is it, sir?" Roland asked fearfully. "Can you smell this one and tell me if this flavor smells like this, or it is different now?" Max offered the piece of red velvet to Roland.

Jake assured her. " You wouldn't say that if I turned into a ball," she murmured. " Allie, I think you're perfect now, and I'll think you're perfect even if you gain fifty pounds," he assured her. That statement made us peaceful for the rest of the time we stood there. In the end, we chose the red velvet with white chocolate and berries, which Pyotr liked, while Allie and Jake chose the vanilla one with fondant. " I think we set a record here, Allie," I commented as we left the store after spending almost the entire morning trying the cakes.

Kaleb's pov I stared at the ingredients on the countertop, my arms folded as I glared. I blinked and some flour dusted off my lashes and fall to the floor. I pressed my lips into a frown. I had everything to make the perfect red velvet cake for my girl's birthday tomorrow. Red velvet cake was Bailey's favorite and I wanted to bake her it myself. Unfortunately mom didn't bless me with a baker's hands and I was failing miserably. This was my third batch of batter and I mistakenly added too much salt in this one. I groaned, wiping my hand down the white now batter covered apron.

Inside was a small cake— barely the size of my hand— frosted unevenly, but I had tried. "Did you…" she looked up at me with wide eyes. "You baked this?" "I tried." I scratched the back of my neck sheepishly. "I know you are the best when it comes to cooking and baking, so I know this will probably taste like dust to you. So... I tried." I shrugged, already feeling defeated. She let out a sound between a gasp and a laugh. “Damien. You baked for me?” "You like red velvet," I mumbled. "So I thought you might appreciate one."