Regular Show Free Cake Novels & Stories

"Being made by a bakery in Queens. Three tiers, simple buttercream frosting, fresh flowers for decoration. Mrs. Martinez showed me the design—it is lovely. Nothing over the top." Alex squeezed my hand. We had agonized over the cake for weeks, looking at elaborate fondant creations before realizing we wanted something simple. Something that tasted good instead of looking impressive. "Music?" Denise asked. "A jazz trio," Alex said. "They are playing during cocktail hour and the reception. Instrumental, nothing too loud."

He softly asks her. "Chocolate! With sprinkles!" She commands happily. He looks to me, expecting an answer without asking. "Birthday cake, please." I politely tell him. "We'll have a kid's chocolate cone with sprinkles and two cups of single scoop Birthday cake." He orders, the girl typing the buttons in the cash register. "That'll be $7.98." She pushes her lips out, puffing up her chest. Ew, gross. Blake hands her a credit card, her fingers purposely rubbing against his as she takes the card.

Different flavours and sizes. They went to the counter where a lady was. Josh placed his hands on the glass of the counter and gaped where cakes were displayed. He wanted them all. He could see the red velvet, black forest, cheese, pineapple upside down, lemon and chocolate cakes on the counter. He wanted it all. Daniel could not help but shook his head at the glutton his friend is. "Which flavor do you want Josh?" "Huh?" He removed his hands, quite embarrassed by the way he behaved. He looked at the lady who was smiling at him. She probably saw how he looked at the cakes

Lucy Hale Mia had been talking about the pistachio cake for three days straight. “It’s everywhere online,” she whined while sorting invoices, eyes shining despite the growing pile of work. “They say it sells out before noon. Soft inside, crunchy outside, real pistachio paste and the cake is also so spongy.” I smiled at her enthusiasm. “We can go there during lunch.” She sighed, already knowing the answer. “Mrs Claire just gave me additional work. I won’t make it.”

I chuckled and hit her arm. "Of course! At least I won't have to worry about a witch bewitching me," I said jokingly. She just smiled. It was followed by a comfortable silence. TODAY IS Sunday, tomorrow I'll be back at the competition! But before that, I decided to pull a prank on Eula. I ordered a fifteen-thousand-dollar huge cake. I want to surprise that witch. I customized it personally for Eula. It's a violet cake with a witch riding her broom on the top. It has fifteen layers and as tall as a normal door.

“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.

The party hummed beyond the door—laughter, music, the sound of people who loved them. For now, that was enough. --- The cake was a masterpiece. Three tiers, covered in buttercream roses, with a tiny sugar elephant on top—a nod to Leo's gift. Hope stared at it with wide eyes, her mouth open, her fingers reaching. "Don't let her grab it," Simone said, phone out, recording. "We need the picture first." Mira held Hope back while Kieran lit the single candle on the top tier. "Make a wish," Mira whispered to her daughter.

"Sorry, I'm late." "So happy you are here!" I hugged her, and she went over to set up the cake at a booth. The rest of us ordered more food and walked over to the booth. I couldn't help glancing at the other table where Alpha Kayden was sitting, feeling the intensity of his burning gaze. Ignoring his existence, I focused on the delicious cake in front of me. "Oh my! A raspberry dark chocolate cheesecake!!" "Your favorite. Here." Benji passed the knife to me as everyone started singing once the candles were lit.

I was busy making a pitcher of orange juice for everyone to share. "Don't try to embarrass me." I whisper to her. She giggles softly. "I'm not." I grab one plate and walked closer to Hugo and Ben. I made a funny face that would make Ben smile like he used to but he's still staring at me impassively. He doesn't look excited to see the cake but his eyes tells me he wants to eat it. "Sit down." Hugo pulls out the chair next to him for me to sit. I glance at Vivian before sitting down since I see her giggling from where she was standing. I focus back on Ben. "This is your favorite cake Benny. See? It's chocolate truffle with mocha sprinkle." I chimed while making a funny face.

“Good evening, gentlemen. Mr. Parker, is the cake to your liking?” Rayan glanced down at the cake and then at the groveling man before him. Irritated at being interrupted by this sniffling buffoon, he hummed as he scowled down at the cake. “To be honest, I don't care for the design. Also, the flavor is vanilla and banana cream, yes? So, can you explain to me why there are cherries all over it? I hate it.” He wrinkled his nose and looked at his friend. “Nick, what do you think? Should we send it back? It’s your birthday.”