The Particular Sadness Of Lemon Cake Novels & Stories

Another mouthful disappeared as quickly as the first. “Does it taste good?” Harriet asked. She pulled off a small piece. Ellen hesitated. “I like the taste, it’s unusual, but I’m not sure what sort of cake it is. A lemon cake is sweet and sour like this, but I don’t think it’s lemon. Do you like it?” Harriet took a little more. “Yes, but it’s very rich. I don’t think I can eat much of this, so more for you.”

My mom said as she tasted the lemon cake "Yeah, that one was good. They are all actually delicious. Which one do you like," Cami asked, looking at me "I think they are all good as well," I said as I took a bite of the chocolate cake "Have the two of you decided what flavor you would like your cake to be?" Sandra asked "It is up to my bride whichever one she likes. Which one do you like, Princess?" I asked "I really like the lemon one and the chocolate. I can't decide," Cami said and took another bite of the chocolate cake.

My throat tightened as I looked between them-Damien still holding the spatula awkwardly, Leo beaming up at me with frosting on his cheek. "You... made a cake?" I repeated. "Yes!" Leo pulled me toward the table. "It took all night! Well, almost all night. Papa said we had to stop because I kept falling asleep. But we finished it this morning!" I stared at the cake. It was objectively terrible. But it was also the sweetest thing I'd ever seen. Damien cleared his throat, setting the spatula down. "We tried," he said simply, his voice quieter than usual. Leo tugged on my sleeve. "Come on, Mama! Sit! You have to try it!"

Old lady. “He doesn’t like his lemonade from the juice maker. He hates the taste of the zest in the lemonade” “ohhhhhhh. How did you know this?” “I have been his maid since he was a kiddo. That’s when everything he had known fell apart. And from what I see, it keeps falling apart” “ohhhhhh my god. It must have been a lot for him. Is that why you are making him lemonade?” “well, lemonade and vodka. Perfect for the afternoon”

I ordered a large Apple pie cider which had whip cream and was the best thing on the menu. Once I got my order I headed off, taking the long way with less people around. I was drinking my cider and taking in the cool air of the autumn day. When a familiar laughter pulled me from my thoughts. My eyes met his and my blood ran cold. Why is he always around me no matter what I do. I scowled as he beam his copenhagen smile and begin to walk closer. I took a slight step back from him as he got closer. "Ah, isn't my own personal tease." Emilio sleazed. I wanted to internally gag at his actions.

At that moment, he looked decades older, but it didn't stir even a shred of pity in me. "No," I answered plainly. Daniel hadn't expected me to refuse and asked why. I said indifferently, "I tried giving them to you yesterday, and you wouldn't take them. Six boxes of ashes weigh dozens of pounds. I had to call multiple drivers before one agreed to help me transport them. Don't you think I deserve some compensation?" Daniel instantly dropped his pitiful act and became the man I knew so well. "Linda, do you have no shame? They were your in-laws at one point! I used to be your husband! Didn't I transfer six hundred grand to you already? Isn't that enough?"

"That rope around my mother's neck... that rope that killed my mom, that thing brought a great fear in me. It's killing me. It's a painful souvenir from the past that always haunts me. H-how can I m-move on, Levi?" Slowly, he looked at me. What even broke my heart was to see him crying again. He was supposedly laughing with me, eating with me with his usual happy face, and teasing me to hell, but with his eyes looking at me so helplessly, and sobbing out his grief made me feel so bad about him. A broken heart transfigured with a funny personality. "Caius..." I whispered as I tapped his shoulder. "I'm t-tired..." he mumbled under his breath.