Regular Show Chocolate Cake Novels & Stories

Was that…? “A cake?” I asked. “Yup. Help me with this,” he said, setting the box on the tiled counter. Together, we opened it and carefully lifted out the chocolate cake. It looked rich, decadent — the kind you’d only see in magazines. My mouth watered just looking at it. “Let’s go,” he said, carrying the cake while I brought the lighter. Back at the living room, Denver led everyone in singing: 🎵“Happy birthday to you…”🎵

Everyone was trying to hide their smirks and I honestly found it amusing as well. “Luna, since you are in such a great mood right now…” Mason started and Scarlet instantly send him a death glare, “I have a surprise for you!” that peaked her interest. Mason got up and went over to the pantry and pulled out a huge three layer chocolate cake with chocolate chips on the side and chocolate mouse in the middle. Scarlet’s eyes widen and she even started drooling. I took my finger and whipped her lip, “Should I be worried you are drooling for another man?” I teased.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind helping you in helping me!” “Thanks,” he answered on the same note. “What are you preparing anyway?” “A black forest.” “Huh? You’re cooking a forest?!” he asked frowning at her confused. “Nope silly! It’s a sort of chocolate cake,” Rachel answered laughingly pushing him out of her way as she battered the eggs. “Yuck! I hate chocolate!” he replied childishly. Rachel was shocked. “Nobody hates chocolate. It’s the best thing mankind has ever invented,” she replied passionately herself a chocolate addict.

"Yes, baby. But I'll be back before you know it. I promise." Pascal's bottom lip jutted out. "But it's Saturday. You're not supposed to work on Saturday." Where had he heard that? Oh. Right. From Nikolai, not ten minutes ago. "I know, sweetheart, but sometimes work needs me even on weekends. That's what being chief secretary means." She brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Tell you what… I'll bring you a Speedy Fudge. Would that make it better?" Pascal's eyes lit up immediately. Speedy Fudge was one of Lancaster Group's most popular chocolate products…a rich, creamy bar with caramel swirls that Pascal absolutely adored.

Brenda nodded, tears streaming down her face now, and JT stood up from his chair. This was it. This was the moment. I held my breath, and shoved the chocolate bar in my mouth as JT walked around the table to where Brenda was sitting, and I could see his hands trembling, could see him taking deep breaths to steady himself. "There's actually one more surprise," JT said, gesturing toward a side table I hadn't noticed before. "I had them make you a special birthday cake. Your favorite—chocolate with raspberry filling." He walked over to the table and carefully lifted what I assumed was a cake dome, revealing—

I said with an awkward laugh “It’s nice to meet you Charlie,” he said finally, “Diana told me you didn’t want to spend a lot of time here so would it be okay if I just got my top flavors.” “That would be awesome yes,” He led us into the back where he had six dishes laid out and I read the placement tags on them: chocolate, red velvet, lemon, banana, cheesecake and coffee. “I’m a huge fan of banana bread so I have high expectations for the cake.” I said finally

she announced cheerfully. Annie peered at the slice suspiciously. “Where are the sprinkles? Dad always puts sprinkles on chocolate cake.” Barbara’s smile faltered slightly. “I didn’t know you wanted sprinkles, sweetheart.” “And chocolate sauce,” Annie added, her face screwed up in disappointment. “It’s not proper chocolate cake without lots of sauce.” “I can certainly get you some,” Barbara offered. “Samuel, would you like more strawberry cake? I made it specially, remembering how much you love strawberries.”