Ravenclaw Cake Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was evident why the Alpha kept her as his mistress over his fiancé. Well, Zara was gone. Now it's Reika and she's about to become Luna. “Thank you, Arya.” I wrapped a fur shawl around my shoulders and stepped out of the room, my anxiety returning. “Where is the ceremony taking place?” “It's at the left wing of the house. Don't worry, I'll lead you there,” I nodded, grateful for the offer, and busied myself with admiring the decor as we walked. I could see the reason why Ravenclaw was the biggest and most influential pack in the region.

The one is a sword, and the eight is two throwing stars stacked on top of each other. I feel a warmth in my chest at the thought that went into it. The cake is very simple. It’s a rectangle with light yellow frosting, and small delicate gold swirls around the sides of each layer. There’s 18 candles in front of the figure on the top layer, with a very simple “Happy Birthday Raven” on the top of the lower tier that borders the top. “Thank you everyone. It smells delicious, but it’s almost too beautiful to eat.” The omegas that worked on it beam from my praise.

Raven’s stomach growls again, and I glance at her with a grin. "Thank you, Beta Caleb," the maid says with a respectful bow. "I’ll be right outside in case you need anything." She exits quietly, and I catch Raven biting her lip, her cheeks reddened again. “How embarrassing,” she mutters looking away. I just smiles, she's so cute. “I ordered it for you,” I reply, stepping beside the trolley and lifting the silver domes one by one. “Let’s see what we’ve got…” The tray reveals a delicious spread: honey glazed roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, steamed carrots and green beans, fresh baked rolls with melted butter, and a bowl of creamy mushroom soup. A second tray holds a small pitcher of f

“I just have to walk within smelling distance of a pastry, and I put on a kilo. It is so not fair.” “I like the kilos, more to grip whilst I f-k you,” Raven leered, selecting the vanilla slice, and dividing it in half. He transferred half onto the plate next to the apricot Danish, and half the apricot Danish onto his plate before taking up a forkful of custard. “Can I tempt you, Temptation?” He offered the fork to her.

"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.

"I agree with you, dad. Let’s try another flavour." I gasped. "That’s rude. This is a very sophisticated flavour!" Genevieve stifled a laugh and slid the next plate containing a rich, dark brown slice forward. "This is a dark chocolate sponge cake with whiskey-infused ganache with a salted caramel swirl." Calix’s eyes lit up before he could say a word, but the expression on his face was a complete endorsement. He took one bite and leaned back with a groan that could be termed inappropriate. "Now that... that’s a cake."

Veranda said gruffly. Milli nodded, “I won’t. I refuse to feed her addiction to drama. So, we have 1000 plain vanilla cupcakes as ordered and the Faculty Raffle cake. I wasn’t given anything but the picture, so it is romantic pink champagne chiffon with sliced strawberries and white chocolate ganache filling. I tried to make it look as nice as I could.” Veranda peeked in the cake box and smiled broadly, “It is lovely, and it sounds as if it will taste like it was made for angels.” Veranda handed her an envelope when Milli gave her the receipt.

She shook her head. “Running around on the training pitch will not make you feel better,” Raven scolded. “Neither will torturing your knights.” He grimaced, closing the door behind him and crossing the room. She’d had a full meal prepared by the older staff who had been in the castle since they were children. There were cakes and pies that she knew he didn’t indulge in often, a full pot of Maria’s special petal jam, and several racks of roasted meat and vegetables to go with their tea and wine.

"Well, thank God for that. How did you like the cake I made, Sister?" "It tasted absolutely delicious, Sister. Seriously, it was great. That's why I want to order again for my wedding event. One three-tier cake and five hundred mini tarts. We're planning to hold the event in two weeks. Can you do it, Sister?" Hah, in two weeks? They're in such a hurry to get married. Well, just wait, I'll give you the most wonderful gift at your wedding party.

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?