Regular Show Chocolate Cake Novels & Stories

Tony said gruffly, then winked down at Gemma. “Please, guys. I just ate one of Mom’s cinnamon rolls,” Kyle groaned. “I bet you ate the middle one too, didn’t you?” Gemma teased. “Don’t worry, she made a whole cake pan.” “Good. The middle ones are my favorite ones.” “Too bad Dad ate the other one,” Kyle replied. Gemma let out an exaggerated groan and pretended to faint. “But I need that one," she whined. "It has the most frosting, and they’re never as done as the ones on the outside,”

She needed more sugars to build herself up after our session, and I was nothing if not a provider. “It’s raspberry chocolate,” I explained, portioning off a small bite on the dessert fork—thankfully not made from real silver. “Their speciality.” Her lips parted for me as I brought the cake to her mouth, and she sighed longingly when she took a bite. “Evan, you’re spoiling me.” “Good.” A grin tugged a my lips, and I joined her in the bath before pressing one of the buttons on the control panel. “I’m trying to.”

Lava cakes resting in ramekins. Shortbread cookies dusted lightly with powdered sugar. Caramel tarts glossy and rich. Ava stared at our station. “That’s illegal.” Alaric folded his arms calmly. “We followed instructions.” “You made a whole menu!” “We are efficient.” Malik tasted one of our shortbread cookies. His eyes widened. “Okay, that’s unfair.” Zendaya sliced into her red velvet cake. Perfect crumb. Denise presented her éclairs with quiet pride. My dad placed his cake at the center.

“Only as much as you deserve.” I padded barefoot into the kitchen, tying my apron as I went. I didn’t shower first, this would take a while and I needed to do it now that I still had the energy. Alfred had already laid out the necessary ingredients—flour, sugar, butter, eggs. I glanced at the order sheet again: a three-tier chocolate cake for a 10-year-old named Olivia. Her mom wanted butterflies and gold dust, I had told her I’d make it myself, and I was determined to make it magical.

he said. Maya nodded with a smile. She sliced a part of the cake using her spoon and immediately scooped, bring it to her mouth to taste. It melts in her mouth, allowing her to enjoy the deliciousness of it. The cake is chocolate mocha. “Just eat and enjoy. You look like shit,” He said took a part of the cake as well. Maya shook her head and did what he had suggested. However, before they could finish the cake, they heard another knock on the door.

I wouldn’t fall for his gentle-protector act. Because that was all it was . . . An act. And I knew an awful lot about acts. “Oh my God,” Chloe mumbled so quickly the words all meshed together. “Chocolate cake!” This, she shrieked, and it bounced off the walls of the hotel restaurant. She fell into the seat next to me and dived the fork into the hot, gooey mess quicker than I could respond. She shoved a forkful of the cake into her mouth, moaned, and leaned back. “Chocolate fudge cake. Oh, Elena. I’m going to marry you one day.”

, he says as the cake reaches toward them. The cake is as delightful to the senses as it is to the palette. At its heart lies a sumptuous chocolate core, a rich and indulgent surprise hidden within. This chocolate inside is like a secret treasure, waiting to be discovered by those who delve into the cake's layers. The exterior of the cake is a canvas of the softest pink frosting, a hue that whispers of gentle affections and joyous celebrations. It’s not just a color but an emotion, one that evokes the tender bloom of a spring rose under the morning sun.

She purposely went out to buy them a few days ago. Grandpa Dave liked to play chess. He played it with Molly at the side while tasting the cakes. "The red velvet cakes are delicious! They're not too sweet and very soft too." Claudia held the cake up and gave it a bite. Her eyes lit up as she complimented the cake. Ben was enjoying the cakes too. He nodded and agreed to what Claudia said. On the other hand, Alex was more interested in chess, so he stood at the side and watched Molly and Grandpa Dave's game.

"It's ready!" Let the torture begin. ⸻ ❝ ❞ ⸻ "What flavor did you say this cake was, Mary?" Uncle Mark asks, puzzled. "Chocolate," Aunt Mary replies, beaming with pride. "White chocolate?" Dad asks. Mary looks at him confused. "No, it's dark chocolate." Jace looks at her, puzzled. "But the cake is white," he murmurs. "Um, Aunt Mary? Are you sure you put in the chocolate?" I ask her.

At this same time, a soft shuffle of footsteps broke my thoughts and I looked up eagerly. But it wasn't him. Madeline, the head maid, was coming with another plate of steaming bacon and our anniversary cake. “The cake has arrived, ma'am," she smiled at me. I nodded, looking at the four tier cake with a smile. It was chocolate and sweet cream, Killian's favorite. "Madeline, is master Killian back?" I asked hopefully. Her eyes lowered and she shook her head. "No, ma’am. There’s been no sign of him."