Sweet Memories Cake Novels & Stories

, she said placing two bottles of water in front of us and hurried to the kitchen. “You avoided me for two weeks, hm? I know how many times you must have dreamt about my fingers fucking you senseless”, he whispered, leaning on close. God, he was right but no, not anymore. I closed my eyes ignoring how my clit twitched as the memories flooded my mind. “No, I–”. The baker walked back in with six plates. Two of each flavor, she placed three in front of me and the other in front of Gerald. “This is our signature bolo gelado chocolate cake with dark chocolate shavings”, she said gesturing at the chocolate cake slices in front of us.

He’s about to remind me, ‘You know there’s a café in my resort, right, love? But he doesn’t. His warm hazel eyes soften instead, and he gestures toward the café. "Go in. I’ll hand these to the doorman and join you." With a delighted bounce in my step, I make my way inside, inhaling the thick, delicious aroma of—wait. My sweet tooth twitches to life. Is that… tres leches cake? I mean, I’ve never had it before, but it smells exactly how I imagine it would—sweet, creamy, and downright sinful.

“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.

“You knew I’d be the one to apologize, didn’t you?” I smirked, brushing my shoulder against his. “Of course. You can’t stay mad at me for more than five minutes.” His eyes gleamed. “You make it impossible to stay mad.” Before I could reply, the MC announced, “And now, it’s time for the traditional cutting of the cake!” The crowd shifted, parting as though the room itself bowed to the towering cake that waited. Four tiers of white and gold, delicate swirls curling like spun silk, tiny wolf motifs chasing each other around the sides. At the very top, two intertwined wolves gleamed under the soft lights.

It had a list of cakes and images next to them along with the name and description of each cake. “The two I’ve brought for us to sample first is a cheese vanilla cake with mixed berry compote and crushed raspberry cream and the second is a lemon-scented cake with classic cream cheese and lemom-zested cream,” Kristina says as she points from the white and red layered slice with a dark purple cream to the yellow and white layered slice.

she said as she got up from the bed to go get the door. Barbara Gillian opened the door gently and saw James in front of the room. “Hi James” she uttered. “Hello ma'am, your husband said I should give you this” he handed her a red pack. “What is this and where is my husband?” Barbara Gillian asked. “He said I should tell you that he is sorry, he rushed out to take care of something. The young aloha said he will be back soon” James said. “And where is Annie? I need her to fix Louise in a room as well” Barbara said as she opened the pack. She smiled on seeing it, it was sauced chicken, one of her best.

I put the cake on her tongue. Her eyes got wide for a second, a quick flash before she was able to calm down and control it. But I saw it, the surprise at how good it was and the recognition of something familiar in a flavor. This made me smile. "Carrot cake," I said softly, watching her chew. "Raspberry filling and cream cheese frosting. From your favourite bakery on Pike Street." I added I could see it in her face that she wanted to ask how I knew. She decided against it.

It was classic and just like the clothes he wear. She had made the cake of his favourite flavour. It was salted caramel cake with butterscotch sauce and pineapples. She had it covered with fresh cream and also decorated it according to the anniversary theme. She had put many fondant red roses and hearts. On the base she wrote, ‘ Happy 4th Anniversary—1st together ;-)’ She wanted to surprise him at the midnight. She had to also make another batch of cupcakes because her son had gotten the whiff of baked cake and was so annoying her to eat it that she had to make cupcakes for him separately so he won’t nag her more about the cake.

“Presentation matters.” When dessert arrives, I laugh so hard I nearly cry. The cake is a perfect peach. Like … not just peach-shaped, but with a tiny stem and a glimmering sugar leaf and even a tiny little dimple where a real peach will have that crease. And a cute, friendly worm sticking out at the side.

Milli smiled as she unboxed the one she made for Aunt Elizabeth and wrote her aunt’s name on the card with a description. “Gracious, Milli! It’s beautiful.” Gramma Dorine gushed. “And I bet it tastes wonderful.” Milli beamed at the praise. She had been doing cakes since she was seventeen and, yet she still felt a thrill when someone complimented one of her cakes, no matter how simple it was. “Just a little something I whipped up this morning. Coconut spiced rum sponge with a pineapple filling.” “A Pina Colada cake, how clever,” Dorine complimented as Elizabeth smiled.