Sweet Memories Cake Novels & Stories

But halfway there, something caught my eye. A cake shop. I eased the car to the curb before Allen could ask. The warm light from inside spilled onto the sidewalk, and the smell of butter and sugar hit me the moment I opened the door. Katelyn’s voice came back to me. One of those offhand conversations months ago, when she’d mentioned her favorite cake. A light sponge, layered with cream and fresh strawberries. “Sorry,” the girl behind the counter said when I asked for it. “We sold the last one earlier.”

"Fuck me, that hurts." Just as I was coming to my senses, my phone started buzzing on the floor beside me. The screen lit up, an unknown number flashing across it. I snatched it up, thumbing the answer button without thinking twice. "Yeah?" I barked, rubbing the back of my neck where a cramp had started. "Hello, this is Sweet Delights Bakery," a perky woman's voice chirped on the other end, way too cheerful for whatever hour this was. "We're just following up on your order for the custom pink birthday cake. It's all ready to go. We made sure to add the little fondant hearts you requested. But we seem to have misplaced the delivery address in our system. Could you provide that for us again?"

"Now that... that’s a cake." I arched my brow. "Of course you'd pick the flavor that needs an age restriction." "It’s bold, mysterious. Like me." "You forgot 'high-maintenance'." We all chuckled. Then, Genevieve pointed to a third plate. “And finally, a strawberry champagne cake with a sweet cream frosting. A little bit of celebration in every bite.” Naomi practically snatched that one off the platter. “Mine!” she declared, and we all laughed. Naomi took a forkful and squealed.

The screams seeped into the room like poison, fusing with my own spiraling thoughts. A sudden knock jolted me. I rushed to open the door, and froze. A beautifully decorated cake met my gaze, its surface covered in soft frosting and delicate edible rose petals. Fresh berries lay arranged on top, bursting with color. Their scent, sweet vanilla mixed with fresh fruit, floated into the air like a small, stubborn dream amid the surrounding nightmare. Then the cake shifted slightly, revealing Nymeris’s gentle face. Her soft smile carried a shadow of worry beneath it, her eyes warm but troubled.

Amelia as always was taking notes in her small notepad sitting in her lab. I begin going through the plan for the future homes that they wanted me to take care of, I present them the way that I was planning to build the homes I could see them agreeing to it. My mind keeps wandering to Amelia as I can smell her sweet caramel perfume almost filling the room. When I looked at the guest I asked them what they thought about it.

I lifted the box onto the table and carefully slid off the lid. Inside sat a beautifully simple cake on a bed of glossy white frosting. Written across the top in elegant, swirly script were the words: Congrats on Ditching the V-Cards! A delicate, minimalist drawing of two little cherries, their stems tied together, was piped beside the words. Tess and Maeve stared, their mouths slightly agape. It took a second. Then another. I watched the realization dawn first on Tess’s face, her eyes snapping from the cake to me, her jaw going slack.

“Mind if I grab a fork first? Since Liv’s not interested, I better eat this homemade better-than-sex cake all by myself before heading home.” “Go ahead.” I closed my eyes. “Don’t do it,” I warned Merrick. “Don’t tell him.” “He can smell her. He knows she’s right here.” “Well, he’s probably not willing to open my blanket up to get her out,” I countered. Merrick growled softly. “Better not.” I heard the microwave turn on, and then the most heavenly smell met my nose. I bit back a groan at the scent of chocolate and fudge. The microwave beeped, and the delicious smell increased as Jay pulled the cake out and cut into it.

Irawan's gaze was like a monster to her. "No, it's not. Irawan shook his head. " Then ?" "The sweetness is just right. And when I drink it cold, but it's amazing, my wife makes me a hot and cold iced tea. " “God, is this my work today? Hot and cold tea? As I feel? Impossible." Saskia's muttering softly made Irawan look at her with a seductive smile. Saskia immediately reached out her hand to grab the cup from Irawan's hand, but Irawan refused. he hides the cup behind his back.

“I wasn’t expecting so many people. I assumed there would only be about fifteen.” Max scoffs, “Again, you assumed something and proved you cannot be trusted. You’re a stupid whore, you know that? You have no idea how embarrassed I am to be married to someone so pathetic. And what’s the deal with that cake? Why does it look like an amateur made it?” “Because you didn’t want me to get a baker, so I made it,” I explained. “It’s hideous,” Max says. “What flavor is it?” “It’s lemon with a raspberry filling. The icing has a little raspberry in it, that’s why it’s pink. I used white frosting to add embellishments.”

“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.