Sweet Memories Cake Novels & Stories

I bite my lip before finally digging in. I gasp when the food touch my tongue. Shems, it feels like it also touch my heart. I look at the cake again. It's coton candy color cake with explosion of chocolate in the inside. "You like it?" Midnight ask. I pout and nodded my head. "It's not too sweet as what it should taste because of the look. It's actually Bittersweet." I never taste this kind of cake before. "Of course it's Bittersweet. I experimented that taste in our main cafè." Midnight proudly said. My eyes open wide while looking at her.

And, I think I might really. She feels so good. So delicate, soft and lovable in my arms, like this. Perfect. She is fucking perfect. She fits so fucking perfectly in my arms, just like all the old times as if she was made to be here. As if we are two puzzles of a picture, because that's how perfectly we fit. Her addictive scent clouds my mind, killing a few brain cells left in my head after the last kiss.

I whispered as my eyes bore into his. "Whatever smart ass, do you want it or not." Are you kidding? Red velvet cake? Of course I want it. I nodded, as he bent, too close, way too close that I could even smell his cologne. He brought the cake to my mouth, and I let him feed me. The velvet cake melted on my tongue, sweet, buttery, with a hint of cocoa. My taste buds tinkled as I continued chewing on the cake with my eyes closed, trying not to moan. I felt Jace soft thumb grazed my lips, brushing a crumb off, I licked his finger unknowingly.

Williams scoffed, shoving the decorations out of his way. "I did this in a hurry..." I said, sniffling. "You shouldn't have. Clean this mess up. I need to sleep." "What about the cake? It's your favorite flavor," I said, picking up the bento cake. It was inscribed with ‘Many More 10 Years Added’. I asked the lady at the bakery to write it, and she'd gushed about how lucky we were. Now here I was. "Here... have some." "Vicky! Get the fuck out of my face!" Williams shouted, shoving me again.

"You need it." He handed me the fork, and our fingers brushed. I took it slowly, still staring at the cake like it might disappear if I blinked. Then I took a bite. The sweetness exploded on my tongue… fresh strawberries, light cream, fuckkk, the cake was perfect. It tasted exactly like I remembered. I closed my eyes and took another bite. When I opened them again, Elias was watching me with this soft expression that made my heart do another one of those uncomfortable flips. "Good?" he asked.

"Well, thank God for that. How did you like the cake I made, Sister?" "It tasted absolutely delicious, Sister. Seriously, it was great. That's why I want to order again for my wedding event. One three-tier cake and five hundred mini tarts. We're planning to hold the event in two weeks. Can you do it, Sister?" Hah, in two weeks? They're in such a hurry to get married. Well, just wait, I'll give you the most wonderful gift at your wedding party.

"Hey hun, what's that tangerine smell? It's so sweet." Before she noticed it they were at the front of the counter and Slidell was chit-chatting the girl who's in waitress uniform. "We have a new cake made with tangerine, do you want to taste it?" Slidell looked at Cleo as if asking for permission but the latter just raised her brow before turning her body to sit on the other table –the one near the four teenagers watching something from the laptop. "Two please, and a devil's cake for Ace." She heard him say.

It was a smell that should have brought comfort and nostalgia, but under the circumstances, it only deepened her unease. Mercedes gestured to the kitchen island, where a beautifully crafted cake sat in all its glory. It was a masterpiece of culinary artistry, its surface adorned with intricate swirls of caramel and a dusting of powdered sugar. The sight was enough to make anyone's mouth water. Esmeralda stared at the cheesecake, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. This was the same scene she had lived through in her previous life—the cheesecake, the facade of sisterly affection. It was as if time had looped back on itself.

When my family found out I was depressed because of a lack of love, they were all very regretful. Dad made my older sister, Rhea, give up her south-facing bedroom, the largest in the apartment. Mom gave me the new clothes she bought for Rhea. Even my younger brother, Caleb, who had always hated me, made me a birthday cake himself. They all hoped that I would get better, even though they forgot my actual birthday. So as not to disappoint them, I forced a smile. However, the next instant, Caleb threw the cake in my face. “I told you she was faking! If she really was depressed, how could she smile so easily?” Rhea rushed in from outside, her eyes red-rimmed. “You can just tell u

The cake was soft, not overly sweet, with a slightly bitter chocolate flavour beneath the frosting. Missy watched me too closely. “Well?” I took another bite before answering. “This is good.” Her shoulders relaxed. “Only good?” “Very good.” “Better.” I tried the second flavour. The caramel had a touch of salt that stopped it from becoming too sweet. “You could sell these.” “I plan to.” There was pride in her voice. I looked inside the lid. A small folded note had been taped there. I removed it. Missy reached across the table. “You were not supposed to read that immediately.”