Regular Show Free Cake Novels & Stories

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.

Today, I would refuse to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten to me. Instead, I plastered on my brightest smile and called out to the crowd, “Who wants to have some cake?” The rest of the party flowed more smoothly after that. The cake—gender confusion aside—was delicious, the buttercream frosting just the right amount of sweet and the pink strawberries between the layers adding an unexpected texture, and our guests seemed to have a wonderful time. The donations table for the Shelter Project continued to grow, and I caught glimpses of several wealthy nobles writing substantial checks throughout the afternoon.

by Christina Perri played, a song that felt like it was written for Marion and me. The deejay then handed the microphone over to Anastasia. “Okay, so the cake is not only a wedding cake but also a gender reveal cake. I’ve known if I would have a goddaughter or son for the longest, but now everyone else will know too.” Everyone cheered excitedly as Anastasia gestured for Marion and me to step up to the cake. Flashes from cameras as people took photos and recordings sounded off as Anastasia handed me the cutting knife. I didn’t care what I had, so long as it was healthy. Taking a deep and dramatic breath that made Marion shake his head at me, I pushed the thick knife down into the cake that ha

Chapter 19 After the finishing touches, Jayda stared at her just-concluded creation. The two tiers red velvet cake had red crumbs around and layered with dripping like cheese butter frosting coupled with an animated picture of Moana in the middle. It's a couple of minutes past two and she is more than happy to have finished the job on time.

Of course, Angel," I resumed eating with my eyes fixed on my plate. I knew their eyes were on me, but I couldn't look at them. I feel disappointed. I expect she will agree to hold our marriage soon, but maybe I'm rushing too much. I just proposed to her. Perhaps she is still thinking. Maybe tomorrow she will tell me when she wants to hold our wedding. With those thoughts, hope bloomed in my heart. But the bright atmosphere instantly becomes gloomy. Everyone turned quiet. "I made a cake." Dan clapped his hand, breaking the awkward silence around us. "I hope it's a chocolate cake, Dan," Harry grinned. "No, it wasn't. I'm sure it's Vanilla flavor. Aunty Andrea knows it's my favorite." Adrian se

she says seriously. “I like how you think,” I grin. We walk down the hall and into the kitchen, only to see Carey with his finger buried in my cake. It’s a stunning five-tiered cake with white fondant and painted gold around the edges with white edible flowers with gold edges swooping around the cake from top to bottom. It’s a very special cake, it’s actually lemon meringue on the inside, but you won’t know that until you cut through the fondant. It looks amazing, or at least it did until some stupid Delta stuck his finger in it. I storm over, reach up and grab him by the ear pinching and twisting it causing him to drop to his knees and howl in pain.

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.”

"She's just a girl Bear introduced me. I didn't... well..." Oh God! If I wasn't choking in embarrassment before, I certainly was now. "Y-you don't have to give me explanations. You can d-date whoever you want." Damn it Hails! Stop freaking stuttering! His brows furrowed. "That's the thing. This isn't a date, we're just-" "You know we also had an cake as the specialty of the day. Here, $3'95." I gestured towards it. "I don't-" "Also, we've been told our hot chocolate is extremely-"

"But this is a special cake made with special magic from the realm of Sharra." "What?" I went to stick a finger in the frosting, but he held it out of my way. "Not until I sing and you blow out the candles." He walked by, sitting on my bed and placed the cake in the center. "You're going to sing to me?" I couldn't help but remember my actual birthday. Troy and I had spent a long time kissing, and kissing some more. It'd been one of the best days of my life. I couldn't have asked for a better present and had told him as much. So, the fact that he went to Sharra and had the cooks there prepare a special blood-flavored cake (so not gross for a vampire like me) was amazing. Troy really was speci