Aesthetic Cinnamon Roll Sanrio Novels & Stories

Right now, this is as close as I can get to my perceived freedom. And I am gonna enjoy the hell out of it. "I made you this." We were at the station doors with our mother giving us one last motherly reminder. Yula pulled me in the corner and handed me a hairpin. It was a sculpted flower that's glued to a pin. I smiled. One of Yula's proud handicrafts. "It's a daisy. Thank you, Yula." Yula gave me a big smile and took the pin back from my hand. She raised it on my black hair and carefully tucked my side curls with the hairpin.

“Amazing! Did you make this yourself?” The lady nodded happily. “Here, give some to your friends over there.” A short woman with long hair came up to Rhina and offered her some bubble gum. “Here, this is the tastiest brand of gum you can find in New Ajens. Give some to your friends, too.” “Thanks,” Rhina said as she took the gum. More people rose from their seats and came to the three travelers. “Want a cigarette? You can have the whole box if you want.” A man in a miner’s jacket handed Ishida a red box labeled, “Cherry.”

We took chairs at the big table the producers met with the talent around; I didn't hesitate to take a swallow of blissfully hot latte before tearing into the pastry bag. Chewing slowly, I moaned around the taste of cinnamon and sweet sugar on my tongue. The roll itself practically melted in my mouth it was so tender. Bella couldn't have made a better cinnamon roll which was saying something as my best friend was a professional pastry chef. "Good?" I nodded, not bothering to waste time on words as I tore another strip free, exposing the ribbons of cinnamon between the flaky layers.

"That's what I heard." "Wow..." exclaimed Maicy, yet again sucking on a Cherry flavoured lolipop. By now, you must have all guessed what the rainbow squad were doing, sucking on lollipops just because they matched their hair colour. They always had one in hand, despite the fact that the said flavours weren't really their favourite, just to keep up the fairy disguise. Soralina slowly lifted her own strawberry flavoured one to her mouth, leaving it just like that and not even sucking. Jennet scoffed, her black current lollipop in her hand. "Your sister really is a Goddess here isn't she?"

I pull my head back, open my eyes, and nearly jump when I look into Milo's eyes instead of Art's like I expected. “Why do you smell like cinnamon?” I asked the Omega with wide eyes. He smiled and blushed, which only confused me further. “I ate a cinnamon roll a few minutes ago,” the Omega said, and that's when I noticed it. This little thing still had a bit of cinnamon and sugar on the corner of his mouth. No wonder that was all I smelled. I chuckled, pulled him into my arms, and kissed his head. “You're adorable,” I said, and he immediately began purring.

I asked, looking up. "A cinnamon roll," Maverick grinned. "I remember you mentioned you liked the ones from this place. Eat it while it's fresh. I gotta go to practice, but I'll text you later, okay?" "Okay," I whispered. "Thank you, Mave." Hearing me use his nickname in public made his smirk widen. He flashed me a quick wink, turned around, and jogged out of the café to catch up with his team. I opened the paper bag, the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon filling the air. I took a bite and found myself smiling stupidly from the sweetness of the pastry.

He held Vincenzo's stare without the slightest hesitation, almost as if he had been waiting for this moment all along. Claire looked from her husband to Raphael then back again. "Oh!" she said brightly, a little too brightly, "Has anyone tried the cinnamon rolls? They're really good today. I mean, they're still not as good as Alessia's but they're getting dangerously close." The second the words left her mouth, Dante reached across the table, grabbed two cinnamon rolls and dropped both of them onto his plate. "Well," he said seriously, "if we're approaching Alessia-level quality, I should probably verify that personally."

"Shanice, try Cinnamon rolls. I've made them, especially for you since you like them a lot," Serena nudged the tray towards her. "That's so sweet, Rena. But I am avoiding Sugar," Shanice said, making a sorry face. "Not even one?" Serena asked, her face withering in disappointment. She had woken up earlier than usual to make them for her. Shanice shook her head, "sorry." "No problem," Serena smiled despite feeling disheartened. Asher noticed the dejection hiding behind her facade. He reached out with his hand.