Regular Show Chocolate Cake Novels & Stories

16 years ago... I won't break The way you did it, you fell so hard I learned the hard way To never let it go this far I love chocolate cake. Today mom decided she would bake me a cake, and she makes the best cakes in the world. We're in the kitchen at home, and I can already smell the cake when Mom takes the mold out of the oven. She puts it on the table, and now let's decorate. That's the best part. I scoop up the chocolate sauce and pour it over our cake. He is handsome. I can't wait to eat. Mom helps me spread the syrup with a spatula, then I think the job is done.

Incoherent words spill out of Zale's mouth continuously. You pretend you don't know him. Your best friend Lisa slides into view with a tray full of deserts enough to feed an army. "I present to you this red velvet cake with swirled whipped cream on the top, crystal rainbow cupcakes, our famous chocolate chips cookies, muffins, and last but not least. Our house specialty, strawberry cake. It's on us for today. Eat up now. You too, Lia." Free food. You tell yourself. Free diabetes. "And what happened to you?"

I whispered, punching him lightly in the shoulder. "She wasn't looking at you like she already had a grave dug up for you in the backyard." He answered. "It was you or me," he teased. I would have thrown him another punch, but Mom returned, holding a single plate of her famous chocolate cake. She handed the cake to him and then returned to her seat. Derek smiled, then began to dig in. "It's really good," Derek said between bites. "I think it would be even better if you added a little more buttermilk and cocoa powder," Derek commented.

It’s unlike him. Eventually, the moment I’ve been waiting for arrives. I nod at Ethan, who dims the lights, creating an ambiance that adds a touch of magic to the room. Two servers emerge from the kitchen, carefully carrying the cake—red velvet covered in cream cheese frosting, adorned with elegant designs and Chloe’s name scrawled in delicate lettering. As they place it on the table, the room erupts in applause and Chloe’s eyes go wide with awe. We all sing happy birthday, and then slices are doled out.

Mrs. Williams clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! The moment we’ve all been waiting for… the grand cake reveal!” Her smile was bright, professional, but excitement danced in her eyes. Guests leaned in, cameras flashing. “Drumroll, please!” she called. Katherina’s hands trembled slightly as she stood by the cake. She tried to steady her breath, but her heart was hammering. With a flourish, Mrs. Williams lifted the knife and sliced through the cake. As the first piece was pulled away, the inside color became visible: pink and purple.

I clench my jaw and look away, grabbing a handful of popcorn like it’s the most fascinating thing in the room. Timmy gets up, heads to the kitchen, and returns with a soda for me and beers for the others. “Thanks,” I mumble, avoiding his eyes. He mutters something I can’t make out and sits back down. Midnight joins us, but his focus is completely on the mug of tea and slice of cake I brought earlier. Chocolate. The flavor I found out is his favorite—after he made me bake the same recipe twice in a row. I try not to obsess over the way he’s eating the cake.

she said. “What happened?” “I don’t know,” she said. “I know a way to cheer you,” Marcus said. “What?” Chloe raised her eyebrows. “Chocolates,” he said. “Yes, but you didn’t bring any chocolates,” she said as he came here carrying only that gold sack. “No, I brought a lot and stored it in the kitchen freezer. The chef will prepare a chocolate cake specially for you. Tonight we will have it for dessert, happy?” he asks, “Is that cheering?”

I said remembering her and Isaac's lumpy cake. "All the house staff are off until January and I don't want to go to the mall. You and Zack loved the cake that Isaac and I made so, I'll make another one." She gave her phone a little shake. "I'm wondering what kind of cake I'll bake this time." I smiled nervously. "What about a chocolate one?" "That's the one that you guys ate so, I'm avoiding chocolate." What? That cake was chocolate? I thought back to that day and I realised that I couldn't taste any chocolate in it.

“Will you come with me?” There was a long pause. Then he nodded, his voice soft. “Alright.” Zack pulled the car around. As we drove, Kane wore a low cap and a mask, clearly uncomfortable being in public. I slipped on a mask too, and we slipped into the mall without drawing attention. At the entrance, the smell of sweet cream hit me like a memory to the face. There it was. The Cake Boutique. Black Forest. The one cake I could never have. My feet stopped before I realized it, eyes locked on the glass display. There it sat—rich chocolate, creamy layers, glossy cherries on top.

As promised, their future wedding will be broadcast on NYC television. “Babe, which flavor do you prefer?” Chloe inquired as to when the waiter would place the sample slices of cake for their engagement party. Helios’ brow furrowed as he reached for the spoon. He nibbled on the chocolate Bavarian on the left, then the four-season vanilla on the right. “I prefer the chocolate Bavarian,” he said as he set the spoon down. Chloe smiled broadly and nodded. “Perfect. What about the—” When Helios’ phone rings, Chloe comes to a halt.