Turning Cake Stand Novels & Stories

Looking at Viola Turner's side face, Ada Wood always feels that this scene seems familiar. Viola Turner opened the box and put an ugly cake in it. There were four villains sitting together hand in hand on the cake. Behind the villain, there was a big Jacaranda tree. One of them is a little girl, with a big circle in a red oil painting, and then the letter "die" is written. Viola Turner doesn't know what this cake is, but Ada Wood knows what it means. As like as two peas, Zora wood made a cake for her 16 birthday.

And it was for Belle but if the cake wasnt kept well enough it would be ruined before she could even enjoy it. I returned moments later with a small wooden stool from the hallway. I set it down near the corner of the kitchen, beneath a tall shelf. “Will it be high enough?” she asked. “High enough for what?” “So no one can touch it. Not Jasquire. Not the other maids. Not anyone”. “It will,” I nodded. She gripped the sides of the cake plate with both hands, her arms tense from the effort. “Be careful,” I murmured, stepping close in case she tilted. But she held it steady with a focus that seemed too large for her small frame.

But when I stop to look around properly, I can see that we are pretty much there. The large mason jars on the counter are now filled with different types of cookies. A couple of the cake stands hold vanilla and chocolate cupcakes with a variety of brightly coloured icings. The remainder of the cake stands hold a lemon and poppy seed, red velvet, double chocolate and Victoria sponge apiece. The large fridge is filled with all manner of goodies; individual lemon meringue tarts sit beside chocolate brownies and treacle tarts and much more.

Beside him was a stand with cakes of different sizes and flavors in a show-glass. "What kind of ice cream do you prefer?" She asked but I wasn't really paying attention anymore. The smell and sight of freshly baked cakes filled my senses. "You can choose any kind for me. I've got something really nice to seek after." I heard her laugh behind me as I walked over to the cake stand. A middle-aged woman with a kind smile was behind the stand. "What can I get you, pretty lady?" She asked. I smiled back at her as I searched for the kind of cake to take. Honestly, if I could, I'd take them

My mind raced as I scanned the themes on the screen behind him: ~ A winter wonderland cake with fondant snowflakes and icicles ~A fairytale castle with complete fondant towers, turrets, and a moat ~ A dragon-shaped cake with scales and fire-breathing details ~A replica of the Eiffel Tower made entirely from sugar and fondant ~ An abstract art cake with geometric shapes and vibrant colors ~A vintage-inspired cake with lace, pearls, and a classic beauty theme ~Magical forest with fondant trees and mushrooms. My heart skipped a beat as I realized the complexity of the challenge. I had never attempted anything like this before, but I was determined to rise to the occasion. Bernard dropped anothe

“Live band. Something intimate, and soulful.” “Good choice.” Stacy scribbles the note down, nodding in approval. “And for the cake?” “Three-tier, vanilla with raspberry filling.” “Classic.” Before we can dive into flower arrangements, the sound of footsteps descending the staircase catches my attention. My heart flutters instinctively, anticipation curling in my chest even before I turn my head.

Hale’s girlfriend interrupted, nervously smiling as she glanced at André and Darren. “CAKE! Yes, move along, little ones. I have been eyeing that cake since it was brought out.” André shouted, pointing to the cake. It did look amazing. The bottom tier resembled a tree stump, while the upper three tiers were more black but still resembled bark with fondant cherry blossoms trailing up the side. “Oh good, they are going to give us a knife. Just don’t stab me.” Austin warned, guiding me to the cake. Following tradition, we fed each other the cake. Or tried. I shoved Austin’s piece into his face, getting frosting and cake all over him.

“It’s time to cut the cake!” There was a couple cheers, but mostly the sound of chairs scrapping the floor as they moved to see us walk over to the table. Standing three tiers tall, was a naked chocolate cake with a simple floral center piece. It was the only thing I picked out and was happy to see it still there. “If you even put the tiniest piece of cake on my face….” Demi threatened with her fork. A few people laughed as I cut some. However, there was a commotion in the back that got everyone’s attention. “What is going on?” Demi stretched her neck to see over everyone’s heads that turned to see.

~Amber’s POV~ Sugar. Spice. And everything nice. Those were the chosen ingredients put together to make this… I paused and stared at it again, tilted my head because maybe it was just the angle I was looking at it from then tilted my head to the other side. But it was the same from every single angle. The cake—if it could even be called that—sat lopsided on the counter, one side caved in like someone had punched it, the other side puffed up and cracked down the middle like dried earth.

"Yep. Swatch is behind you. Remember you need a bit more brown than it says otherwise it comes out a bit pink..." "I know, I know..." "Don't deny an old woman her fun." "You're not old. You're mature... like Stilton," I added, grinning. "Ooh, you cow. No coffee for you." I stuck out my tongue and got to work mixing up a batch of the base tint. The cake was going to be fairly simple as these things went, three white fondant-sheathed tiers with a spiral of red sugar roses on dark sugar-work vines, with edible sugar-infused rice-paper leaves and other little hidden treasures, all sitting on a bed of edible, individually-decorated petals...