Regular Show Chocolate Cake Novels & Stories

Magnus didn’t seem like the type to have a sweet tooth, but surely even he would appreciate the thought. A soft bell rang as I entered. A woman behind the counter greeted me with a polite smile. "How can I help you today?" "I'm looking for something classic," I said, glancing over the options. My eyes landed on a dark chocolate cake with a rich ganache finish and decorated with gold flakes. "That one," I decided, pointing at it. "Excellent choice," the woman said, taking care to bring it out. I paid and she packed the cake into a pristine white box. In the process, I felt a faint prickle at the back of my neck, like something was about to happen.

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch.

Chocolate cakes are everywhere, and he actually used that as leverage, making her use this condition in exchange for Grandma Wright's whereabouts. Despicable! Shirley was about to ignore it when another message came through: "Do you want to know who I am? Bring a chocolate cake, and I'll tell you who I am." Ha! This guy is... Fine, you win. Shirley firmly put away her phone and asked Camille, "Do we have the ingredients to make chocolate cake?" "Yes! Are you going to make chocolate cake?" Camille asked in response. "Hmm, make one," Shirley gritted her teeth. "It's an item for the deal."

The delivery lady said as she handed over the chocolate cake to Kimberly. She collected it and paid the girl before closing her door. "Merry Christmas to you, Kimberly. I can't believe this day came so fast than I expected." She sighed and dropped to the floor then placed the cake in front of her. "Let's celebrate this day all to yourself, baby girl! Chocolate cake is here to celebrate with you. And a movie to watch." She said to herself and turned on the TV. She opened the box and brought out the cake to cut into pieces but stopped seeing an advertisement of the Dam-Ton Company on TV. She was about to change it but change her mind seeking her boss in a very milk neat and well-colored tuxedo

(FLASHBACK) ‘Here comes the cake!’ Maia clapped her hands together as four servers carried a large square cake into the ballroom. Liora had never seen a cake that big, covered with red and gold. One good sniff and she could tell it was chocolate. Her cravings went into overdrive and she itched to get a piece. Maybe later when everyone else was gone, she could pair it with some pickles. ‘Cut It! Cut It! Cut It!’ The crowd chanted, making her burst into laughter.

He kisses the top of my head. "I don't know what you like so I ordered everything." He takes a seat opposite me. "My all time favorite is dark and white chocolate." I tell him as I move my chair forward and rest my arms on the table. He nods at the waiter who holds the tray before me and I spot the most divine looking cake. Okay so it isn't dark and white chocolate. It is pink with strawberries all over the top, it looks like a piece of art. Dare I even eat it? It looks too good to dig a fork into but I know I will. I am seriously tempted to have a second choice but I refrain.

After 20 minutes of eating and chatting, we heard the usual knock on the door and our waitress walked in with another tray. She took away our empty plates and placed the small silver tray in front of each of us. "Tonight's special is a Molten chocolate lava cake. Reserves especially for couples tonight. Enjoy." She said as fast as she walked away. She had us totally confused, we were just two people getting to know each other, we could barely be categorised as friends talk less like lovers. I looked at Ashton who stared at his cake obviously not bothered about us being called a couple. I shook my head at the manchild in front of me as I picked up my fork and dipped it into my cake.

he says, raising his shoulder slightly, his eyes gleaming with hope. “Yes,” I huff. “And maybe chocolate cake.” The sniffs. “The cake will be cut after the dances. But it’s not chocolate.” “What flavor is it?” I ask, already recoiling. “It’s a fruitcake.” I gag. “Disgusting.” “I know.” The orchestra swells, grabbing our attention, and before I can blink, Naomi’s gliding across the floor, pulling Zeke along, and he lets her. She sets her glass aside and—fuck me—he takes her hand.

He said nothing further. After leaving the Duncan residence, I was sitting alone in a café. My meeting with my son today had been brief, so I had no other plans for now. My attention turned to one of the chocolate cakes displayed among colorful, cream-filled pastries. I remembered that the woman I hadn’t seen in a long time loved cakes like this. Dark chocolate with lots of cream of the same flavor—in essence, it was all chocolate, to the point where I wondered if she should just eat a chocolate bar instead of a cake like this.

God, what is wrong with me? "Well, if there's no remaining awkwardness between us, then I suppose we should get back to business," he says. "Business?" "The cake." He gestures at my clipboard. "You said you recommended the chocolate?" It takes me a moment to catch up. "Uh, yes - yes, the dark chocolate is very popular." "And what did you say for the other tiers?" I have to skim my messy, half-scribbled notes. "Citrus sponge. And maybe strawberry."