Paw Patrol Chase Birthday Cake Novels & Stories

“It’s just usually not a werewolf thing. You don’t think your mom was a witch, do you?” Lya gave me a pointed look. I nodded in understanding. If her mother had been a witch, she wouldn’t have ostracized Lya the way she did. Lya put the puppy down and returned to the kitchen. I crouched down on the ground to look at him. He stared back, tilting his head. “Henry, is it?” I asked him. He pressed his head into my offered hand and blinked slowly at me. I offered him a half smile. “We’ll just keep this our secret.” He reached up and licked my hand before scampering over to be underfoot in the kitchen, skillfully keeping Lya away from the mixing bowls and ingredients.

"Guess what? Tomorrow is my birthday! I'll be turning two!" I felt my heart swell with love and happiness as I knelt down to Zoey's level. "Oh, sweetheart, that's wonderful! How did the time fly so quickly? You're growing up so fast!" Zoey nodded vigorously, her golden curls bouncing with each movement. "I want a big cake for my birthday, Mummy! The biggest cake ever!" Draco joined in the laughter, his eyes sparkling with adoration for my little girl. "A big cake for a big celebration, huh? Well, Zoey, we will make sure you get the most amazing birthday cake ever!"

The third. My hand freezes on the ticket. The third cake is Luca Fontaine's birthday cake. This is Dante's order. Mama Pat frowns. She doesn't need me to explain why I've suddenly gone mute. "Are we still making this one?" she asks. "Or should I toss the order?"

I say and hang up. Today is November 5th and it's Millie's 7th birthday. Karter's throwing her a big birthday party with her friends, clowns, a magic show, a jumping castle-basically every kid's dream birthday party. Obviously it's going to be grand-she's a billionaire's daughter's. The party was supposed to start at 4 and it's already 3:45 as I pull into the driveway of the bakery. Hopefully I'll reach before 4. I carefully place the huge cake in the backseat of my car and cautiously start driving once again.

They are terrible ! “Kai, Ryder, Jax and Aira kinda crashed into it when they were skateboarding near it but don’t worry, the cake did not go waste. All pups and our siblings changed into wolf form and licked the carpets clean and ate up the cake. Why waste a $500,000 multi storied cake, right ?” Joy nervously chuckled. “Joy,” I spoke through gritted teeth. “Well if it makes you happy then I punished them all to bring a new one for you,” she quickly said.

“Happy birthday, Laine. Sorry, it’s the best I could do. They didn’t have much of a birthday selection at the petrol station.” The flowers are carnations. Red ones. The cake is chocolate. An eclair with that thick dark icing I love best. It’s the best birthday cake I’ve ever had. The thought pricks at my eyes and my throat feels scratchy. Ridiculous. I’m ridiculous. Drunk, and high on adrenaline, and tired, and scared, and happy. “Thanks,” I say, like that could ever cut it. But it does. It does cut it. He smiles like it’s enough.

I said screaming after signalling my mother walking in with a huge cake. Before I could bring myself to comprehend what was going on, I found myself jumping like a child at the sight of chocolate. "Last year when I told her we should celebrate, she said she doesn't care. I never knew all she needed was a cake to get into the mood. " said Layo. Peter and my mother laughed. "Mother! " I began. "How did you? When... The cake... I.. " I stammered and the next minute, they were singing a birthday song for me. "Happy birthday Fetty. You are everything I could ever wish for. Everything and more. " said my mother. I ran to her and hugged her tightly with my eyes welling with tears. "Do people cry o

Which include her and Prince Caspian. "Peachie, remember my cake?" Mourge suddenly ask. She lay down beside Mourge. "Which cake?" This woman inveted a lot of cakes that minor can't eat. Mourge giggled. "The unchosen cake." Ah~ the one with the beer design. "Yup. It's bittersweet. But I love it." Taking a bite in that cake makes her a little dizzy for no reason. But maybe she's tired that day? Or it is because of the hot weather?

and I point to the middle of the room and a huge fountain appears. I said, "There. Now, the cake." I go to the kitchen and grandma already has them standing at the dimensions I need. I start carving and then decorating, and I have it done in no time. Aidinth has been totally silent this whole time and I look at him and say, "Are you having second thoughts about me now?" He smiles and says, "Not a chance in hell. You are amazing. That cake is awesome." I said, "Luna thought that your parents should be the guests of honor this year. That's why the cake is a dragon." He said, "It's a perfect model of any one of us. But you forgot something." I said, "What did I forget?" He pointed to the area b

Zayne had appointed himself Chief Entertainment Officer—he actually made a badge from the arts and crafts table—and had made it his mission to keep the kids laughing and hopping off the walls. On the right was a huge table laden with every sweet and snack known to man. Suffice to say, the backyard was filled with about twenty little kids high as fuck on sugar and paint fumes. They were all excitedly buzzing as I set the cake in front of Matteo and Luca. “Happy birthday, babies.” I beamed. Luca squealed and leaned forward, excited to blow out the five candles on the cake. His brother grabbed his arm and held him back. “Wait! We have to make a wish!”