Open Book Cake Novels & Stories

Zane said, eyeing his best friend and mother while slicing a piece of cake. Last year, Keira baked him a Dundee cake since Zane loves almonds. And from the looks of it, his best friend went for a more traditional and classic flavor for his cake and made him a Victoria sponge cake decorated with fresh strawberries around. Everyone watched Zane have a first bite of his cake and Keira especially waited for his feedback. “Hmm… this is great.” he sincerely complimented. This immediately put a proud smile on Keira’s face before she helped herself get everyone a slice as well.

"Good quality." "Yes," I said. "It is." The cake was at 5pm. Alex had ordered it from the bakery he liked and it was shaped like a bear because Benjamin had decided bears were important following the book my mother had sent. He had looked at the book approximately forty times. When the cake came out Benjamin's face did the thing that I would spend the rest of my life trying to describe accurately but probably never would. Pure uncomplicated happiness in the face of a thing that was exactly right.

The lady didn't mind. At break fast time, Kayle opened the cake book. Inside square pieces of pastries were separately places in a column. Using a disposal plate, brought from the shop, Kayle picked up piece of the cake in strawberry flavour with creamy topping and a small biscuit flower decorated on top. Obviously, this was specifically for her. He gave it to the little girl with a juice pack. The little girl only took the cake plate cause that was more attractive to her than the pack. For the first time, Loathefiya had a real cake in front of her.

it's a small cozy cafe named'BAKE MY LOVE',. Ahh rubbish.. people do alot of weird stuff for the publicity and guess what this name sucks to me.. Although I didn't like the name of cafe still looking at the interior I visited inside.. It was a cozy cafe filled with light music and a shelf of books... at one wall there written loads of quotes... One of the lady came to take my order, I didn't look at her and ordered the weirdest dish which they were serving.. GOOSEBERRY CHEESECAKE

’ written with chocolate. It was no ordinary cake— it was a white cake, decorated with baby blue, white, and black flowers on the sides. The most impressive thing was the two small figurines on the frosting— one represented a dark-haired girl wearing a long black sweater and the other was a boy with lighter hair, and he carried a mic in his hands. But the most beautiful thing was that both of them were standing on three cards, baby blue, white, and black. Damian chuckled and opened the envelope he found inside the package.

The black and white theme worked with little highlights of gold here and there. A spread of food and treats lined one wall with the three-tier cake with its white frosting and black cutouts of wolves racing up to the top tier where a custom moon topper sat saying ‘Prince or Princess.’ The bakery chef and I are the only ones that know the top layer of the cake contains candies that will reveal the genders. I have had to do my best to keep the knowledge safely stored in a far corner of my mind where André wouldn’t find it. I want him to be as surprised as everyone else when Alec and Crista cut into the cake. The party, of course, was a huge success.

I clasped my hands together in front of me to keep them from shaking. "Tell us about your cake, Anastasia," the head judge said, looking at me with an expectant expression. "It's a lemon lavender cake with honey buttercream. The lavender is subtle, just enough so that it complements the lemon instead of overpowering it. The honey adds a natural sweetness and depth to the buttercream without making it too heavy or too sweet on the palate." The three judges each took a slice and I held my breath as they brought their forks to their mouths. The silence while they tasted felt like it lasted an entire lifetime.

On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers. ... Elena left the burnt cake on my desk, along with a pregnancy report, before strutting out like a victorious queen. I looked at the report. Twelve weeks.

"Alright, how about some cake? It's strawberry and cream, from the most famous bakery in the city." Haley's eyes lit up immediately. She got out of bed and took the cake box. Shane joined her on the sofa, smiling as she eagerly opened the box. "It really is delicious, just as you'd expect from a top bakery."