Regular Show Free Cake Novels & Stories

added Foodie McCrazy, a blogger. “They look good together. Too bad, she has a boyfriend already. I would love to see him again in the show, but as her partner—a regular,” stated MacroEater, an avid fan of the show. The paper continued, “With the success of the previous special episode, we are proud to announce the launch of another Cake Television special, confirms Cake Television.” “I only appeared on that episode since she asked me to,” I defended myself. “The question is how they found you. You wouldn’t appear out of the blue,” dad had a point.

"They're just two people who work together and have common interests." "Well, I guess one of their common interests is kissing each other because that's what I spotted them doing yesterday when I was leaving the studio." Aunty Shayla giggles and nudges her daughter. "Shay, we said we were going to keep that to ourselves." Aunty Bridget hisses at her wife and shakes her head. She sets the box down on the snack table and slowly removes the beautifully decorated chocolate cake that she's made for me, complete with a sparkly unicorn topper and a big 18 candle. "Anyway, today is about Claire, so let's not spoil her night."

Cathy winked at me, “if you get the ball rolling, I’m sure the rest of the pack would be more than willing to help.” “I’ll see what I can do,” I replied, before finally sitting down and taking a bite out of my chocolate brownie. Clyde took his seat as well. I moaned, “Goddess, if you sell these at the festival, I’ll be your first customer.” Cathy giggled before grabbing another brownie and placing it in a to-go bag for me. “This one is on the house, Luna.” “I never get anything free!” Clyde complained. “That’s because I like our Luna better than you.”

I looked away and took a slow sip of my drink, masking my pain with indifference. Then Celine raised the mic again. “It’s time to cut the cake! As we spell my name—Celine—Caspian and I will cut the cake together, and then the dancing will begin!” The crowd cheered. The cake was massive, layered with rich cream and topped with her photo printed on sugar paper. A lit candle flickered on top, casting a soft glow around. Gracia’s voice shot from the side. “Make a wish! Make a wish! Make a wish!”

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.

Mason looks at my new sticker with narrowed eyes and then smiles before changing his sticker too. Freya has me and Mason take a glass and stand in front of the large rectangle cake that is white with pink and blue footprints on it. She hands confetti cannons to Deacon, Axel, Luke and Theo and gets them to stand behind us. She tells us to push our glasses into the cake and then hold them up on the count of three, to reveal the colour of the cake inside whilst the others set off the cannons. We push our glasses in and my heart skips a beat as she begins the countdown. “Three… two… one!” she shouts. I pull my glass from the cake and laugh as I hold up the pink cake for everyone to see and pink

Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The cake was brought out by two men on a cake table. It was a beautiful chocolate neon-themed three-tier cake. Allegra placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed, smiling at me, "Scott had it specially made for you."

“That’s how it’s gonna end up, anyway? Don’t worry, I’ll give you free clout and take a picture of your carrot cake. I’ll have it posted would even tag your shop’s account.” Her eyes turned slit while I remained smirking at her. “I don’t need any of that, dumbass. What I need you to do is respect the masterpiece I made.” “Okay,” I shrugged and used my finger to swipe on the icings before bringing it to my mouth. I doubled-over on my seat when she started shrieking and throwing papers on me. The cake’s okay but this healthy shits aren’t really for me. “Bring this to Juno instead. You’d surely get ten thousand praising from that witch.”

Memories, promises, love sewn into every corner. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I hugged her again. Finally, it was time. Sophia grinned wickedly. “The reveal’s in the cake.” The garden erupted into cheers as Liam and I cut into the three-tier masterpiece. But when the knife glided through, there was nothing. No pink. No blue. All eyes turned to Sophia. She grinned wider. “What’s the fun if I make it easy?” Groans filled the air. Sophia clapped her hands. “It’s in the balloons.”

“Told you. Hidden gem. No paparazzi, no gluten guilt.” We were barely seated before the owner, a cheerful woman with curly grey hair and frosting smudged on her apron, brought out four little sample plates: red velvet, chocolate truffle, strawberry swirl, and vanilla bean with raspberry center. “Okay,” Lucas said, grabbing a fork with childlike glee, “no judgment if I make inappropriate noises while eating.” I laughed. “As long as you don’t cry over cake, we’re good.” Red velvet was first. Moist, creamy, not too sweet. Then the chocolate truffle—so rich it should’ve come with a warning. Lucas groaned dramatically.