Sweet Memories Cake Novels & Stories

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At the mention of it, he suddenly remembers something and nervously stares at the box. “Uh, it’s for you.” I retrieve the box from him and put it on my desk. It doesn’t look like a takeout and the packaging isn’t professional. As I unwrap it, a white forest cake rests inside of it. One glance at it and my heart jumps to my throat. It’s made by her. When we were dating, she learned that I love the white forest cake made by the ‘Sweetest Desserts’ because that’s where my mom used to bring me as a kid. And then, little rose started baking cakes for me every once in a while.

With a smile, the assistant said, "You're in luck. We just baked a fresh one. Let me wrap it up for you." "No need to wrap it. I'll eat it here," Melanie replied. "Alright." Sitting by the window with her cake and coffee, she stared blankly at the bustling streets outside. The childhood memory cake served as a bitter reminder that she couldn't return to those days, especially now that her father was gone. Taking a large bite of the cake, she found it not as sweet as the ones she remembered from her childhood. Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a new message. Glancing at the screen, her eyes welled up with tears.

Binding. Forever. “You’ll still respect me if I trip and land on your foot during the vow?” “I’ll respect you more,” he said. “Bonus points if you break my toe.” “I’ll try my best.” His hand slipped into mine. Warm. Steady. “So,” he said, “small ceremony. Simple. Honest.” “And cake,” I added. “I want cake.” “What flavor?” “Lemon. With blackberry jam. I’m not negotiating.” “Done.” I tilted my head, smiling. “You’re okay with this?”

She is having a reminisce of her work at Hayes. “Shh…shh, don’t worry, I forgave you okay?” Calix pats her back to calm her down, fighting his tears not to come out. The sun was already out when Faye woke up in her sleep. She stayed up last night until dawn, baking Selene’s cake. She made a two-tier fondant cake in vanilla flavor with beautiful flowers in all sides made from succulent colors of yellow, red, and pink icings. She bought a banner with gold letters of “Happy Birthday” written in a very elegant font and stick in at the top center. She put in on the refrigerator, preparing it for the party she and Calix planned.

The laughter and conversation of children, travels to Melody. The Next afternoon, a cloudy day, sun peaks through, above the horizon. Dark blue grey choppy swells, cool breezes, salty mixes with barbeque smoke pouring from the grill. Pink ribbons line the deck fencing, with bows marking each post. Melody has set up additional tables for food, the cakes and presents, all with frilly white, purple and pink, table cloths. The lavender cake is three layers, lemon, and buttercream icing decorated with a fondant crown. Melody ordered it from a nearby bakery shop. It sits on the folding table beside the punch bowl and the paper plates printed with small gold crowns.

Mom Jess carefully arranged the slices of cake on small plates. "There." She smiled proudly. "Now tell me what you think." I picked up a fork and took a small bite. The cake melted almost instantly in my mouth. The honey gave it a rich sweetness while the fire berries added a slight spicy flavor. "It is good." Mom Jess beamed. "See?" I nodded. "I understand why it is important to your pack." Her smile softened. "My grandmother always said that sharing Fire Blossom Cake was a symbol of trust." The word trust nearly made me choke. I quickly took a sip of tea. Meanwhile, Mom Jess continued speaking.

"You're welcome... Did he say anything else?" Mary Ye's surface still keeps a sweet smile. "How did you know he had something else to tell me?" Lucas happily took out a delicate cake box from the co driver's seat and handed it to her with the cloth. "This cake is a gift specially sent by the boss." Mary Ye seldom touches desserts, especially cakes, in order to maintain her figure. But at first glance, she saw that the package logo of the cake was "happiness", which was an old brand loved by famous people. The cakes launched every day were limited edition. The price was expensive, and it was not possible to buy them with money.

I swallowed, forcing the thought away. In any way, it's more peaceful lately, no sight of Adrian or nightmare passed by. A calm smile tugged on my lips. It felt as if it's too good to be true. “Next.” I stepped forward. “One pistachio cake,” I muttered, seeing that the last piece was all that was left. You're so lucky, Mia. My eyes surveyed over the varieties of sweet desserts. No wonder the cafe was famous. Oh, a mango cake. “And a mango cheesecake, please.” I added after a brief pause.

The way his eyes sparkled made her pulse quicken, and in that instant, she realized the weight of their shared experience. And she knew, without a doubt, that this would be a memory she would cherish forever. She delicately sliced through the cake, the knife gliding effortlessly through the soft, fluffy layers, releasing a sweet, buttery aroma. With careful hands, she lifted a small triangle of cake, its edges slightly crumbling, and turned to him, a warm, inviting smile illuminating her face. "Here," she offered, holding it up with an air of anticipation, "you should have the first bite."