Aesthetic Cinnamon Roll Sanrio Novels & Stories

“Mom, I want a Cinnamoroll.” “Cinnamoroll?” Sue’s voice was warm. “Is that a dog breed? I don’t think I’ve heard of it before.” “No, no.” Charlotte shook her head eagerly. “It’s a cartoon puppy. I want a ceramic Cinnamoroll. My friend, Lena, said there’s a new craft shop on Chancery Road where you can paint your own ceramic figurines.” She turned to look at her mom, her little face full of excitement. “Last week, Lena and Jordan went there and painted the cutest little figurines.”

Hazel paused beside me. “Will you come?” “If you want me there.” “I do.” We went upstairs, and Maya placed the pastries on the desk while Hazel sat beside them. She opened the bag and took out a box of cinnamon rolls. “I brought six,” Maya said. “You can have two before you start pretending you are too upset to eat.” “I don’t pretend.” “You forget.” Hazel picked up a roll. “This is better than Silas’s kitchen.” “I heard that,” I said.

He only smiled. “Ah, Rio-chan. I hope you don’t mind. Haato-kun seems lonely in his room, so I take him here to bake. And look, he made something beautiful!” The elderly lady beside him gestured for the group to look at the counter where there were several flowers and leaves made from caramel. Rio giggled when Ishida showed her the flower caramel he had made, and that earned him another pat on the cheek. Just, this one wasn’t sticky. “Oh I didn’t know you have a knack for food art, Haato-kun.” Rio said, smiling warmly at him. “You are so full of surprises.”

SIENNA: Mmm. I moaned as the sweet, warm taste of the cinnamon bun filled my mouth, overwhelming my senses. It was so good—a rare moment of Delight. Granny’s Cavities never missed with their pastries. Their name said it all; one bite, and you’d believe it could give you cavities.

her soft voice gets Kana's attention. In a quick gaze, Kana studied her wholebeing. A white lotus huh. Kana smiled sweetly. Consort Pleng is the type who are usually silent and bullied but actually hiding her black roots to attack when everyone thought that she's harmless and unbothered. "Oh, that's a cinnamon roll Your Grace. I played a bit in the kitchen this morning.." Kana smiled widely. "It is made of dough, Filled with melted butter, cinnamon powder and sugar powder, the toppings are caramelized sugar and pistachio nuts."

“We make cinnamon rolls with three flavor options: classic sugar glaze, caramel swirl, and this new mango-coconut glaze I’ve been experimenting with… W-we’re still getting feedback, b-but I think it’ll stay.” Chris stepped a little closer to the counter, his eyes gently following my movements as I picked up one of the new croissants filled with lemon cream. “This one’s… my favorite,” I admitted, softly now, the nervousness giving way to something gentler. “It’s messy… but sweet. You bite in, and it just surprises you.” He smiled faintly. “Like you.” I froze, eyes widening just slightly. My heart skipped. I looked at him slowly. “W-what?”

I said, taking a big drink of it. She took the lid off the container she brought and pushed it toward me with a wink. The delicious scent of the cinnamon and sugar wafted upwards. I picked up one of the cinnamon rolls and took a bite out of it. I closed my eyes because they were the perfect combination of fluffy and sweet. “Holy shit, Emma. These are rolls of absolute perfection.”

And that's when the barista saw me and immediately greeted me too. “The usual, Sir?” “Make it two. And one cinnamon roll, please,” Lorenzo said then turned to me, “I like their brewed coffee here. And their cinnamon rolls are their best selling so you must try it too,” he told me. I glanced at the barista and he was pursing his lips as though he was displeased at Lorenzo. “Is he telling the truth?” I queried. The barista seemed surprised at my sudden question and frowned at me. But a woman suddenly appeared next to him and answered on his behalf.

“Good thing I own a bakery.” Sebastian smirks. “I’ll take one too. Extra icing.” Celine gasps. “You get extra icing?” I laugh. “He’s special.” Sebastian leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Damn right, I am.” I pull out a tray of cinnamon rolls. As I drizzle icing over them, Celine and Sebastian can’t wait for it. “Oh my God, that looks sinful,” she groans. I smirk. “Patience, woman.”

"That's a sacred rule." I laugh, some of my earlier nervousness easing. "Okay, try the others. I need to know which ones to feature." For the next twenty minutes, Orion works his way through nearly everything on the counter, offering thoughtful commentary on each item. He loves the cinnamon rolls. "These could be illegal, they're so good.” That's what he said when he tasted them. He thinks the lemon bars could use slightly more lemon zest, and declares the honey lavender scones as “dangerously addictive."