Sweet Memories Cake Novels & Stories

He replied bluntly, fixing the blindfold draped over his head. "Oh, really?" A sudden wave of rage flooded me. I tried to apologize and he loathed me at sight, proposing parting our ways for good and breaking the bond permanently. Not just did my brother disappoint me today, but also the so-called mate waited for his turn impatiently! "Let's try it differently then. There's a cake named Sour Heart. What could the ingredients possibly be?" "Lemon, vanilla, espresso, butter biscuits, mascarpone. It should be the one on your right."

I said breathlessly when he let me up for air. He reached down and cupped my butt in his hand, squeezing and lifting me onto the kitchen bar. It's past 12 am so it's officially my birthday, we usually have birthday dinners a day earlier so Liam and I can celebrate together the next day alone. We sit at the bar in her kitchen and he brings out cupcakes to eat. "So, so, so good," I says, sighing. "Haven't had one in a while." I add moaning to how amazing the cupcakes are.

Flynn asked after eyeing up the cake. Lucas looked down at the tray. Sarah had selected the lemon cake with sherbet icing. It wasn’t a combination he would have chosen, it had been Flynn’s idea instead based on the sweet. The combination of sweet and sharp worked surprisingly well with that cake. “Chamomile to calm us down for the meeting later,” she replied and put the tray down on the bench. Flynn pouted and Lucas was left wondering if he wanted Darjeeling instead. That thought was enough to make him smile.

I snapped out of my wandering mind and turned to look at her. Mel was walking towards me with her iPad in her hands. She lowered the screen for me to take a closer look at it. The cake in the picture was white and gold. The steps of the cake where white, but it had a name and an age written on it with golden royal icing. I smiled at the screen, it did look like something Jojo would really love.

I kissed the back of his palm, then leaned into him again, feeling his heartbeat against my cheek like a secret lullaby. By the time we arrived at the cake studio, we were more love-struck than ever. The place was stunning with wide glass doors, soft jazz playing in the background, and a soft vanilla-sugar scent that made my mouth water before I even saw the cake options. Inside, there were rows of mini sample tiers placed on trays, each one labeled with flavors like Raspberry Champagne, Salted Caramel Toffee, Vanilla Bean with Lemon Curd, and Dark Chocolate with Cherry Compote. We sat at a little round table near the window, and the stylist handed us gold-plated forks like we were royalty.

she whispers in my ear, and something tells me her words are not something I'm going to forget anytime soon. I pull away from the hug, giving her a wide smile. "Come on, let's do this thing!" When I get back downstairs, I receive the best news of the day the cake has arrived in one piece. Hallelujah! The four tier lemon and vanilla cake looks spectacular, the piped mousse cream shaped perfectly just the way Amelia wanted. If the cake can come in one piece, everything else will fall into place. I just know it. The day is finally over, thank goodness! The ceremony was just as Amelia wanted: simple, elegant and tasteful.

No delivery sticker. Not even the smallest mark to indicate where it came from. Nothing. As if it had been deliberately stripped of identity. I lifted the lid slightly. A sweet aroma drifted out instantly. Inside, several pieces of cake were arranged beautifully—perfect, tempting, almost too flawless. My eyes scanned each piece—the colors, the textures, the layers of cream—until they stopped on one. The piece Emely had eaten. My hand hovered over it but didn’t touch. I leaned in closer, studying it carefully. Nothing looked off. At least, not to the naked eye.

They were not just a decoration, but symbols of transformation and beauty, adding a sense of freedom and grace to the cake's design. This cake is not merely a dessert; it's a narrative of taste, a visual poem, meant to be savored as much with the eyes and the heart as with the taste buds. It’s perfect for a celebration that seeks to be remembered as a touch of sweetness wrapped in the embrace of elegance, celebrating her happiness and prosperity. "This is so delicious but at the same time so beautiful… how to cut and eat now?", She asks with a innocence in her eyes as the waitresses takes their leave.

A year later.... A couple of people sat at the table with the low light of the candles in the middle of the table. Scarlett looked at Maverick over the table and smiled softly. This year had many changes for the pair as his golden eyes glowed in the light. "Are you happy, my love?" Maverick asked as he looked at her with her soft smile as she looked around the exclusive restaurant. "Of course." She replied. "Come, let us go to the patio while we wait," Maverick said. He got out of his seat and walked over to her and help her out of her chair. He leaned and kissed her as she stood. "We do need to talk for a bit, Scar."

He laughed and Deanna rolled her eyes at him. “they aren’t that common.” Deanna said. “This one though.’ He said as he picked it up and showed her. “this one works.” “Max do we even have a cake?” Deanna asked. “We do.” He laughed. “Mom ordered it before she stopped taking her meds. She got it just a normal white cake with some normal decorations. It is rather big as well. Like four or five layers dad said but it had something to do with the tradition or something like that.”