Arcane Cupcake Novelas e Histórias

IT HAS BEEN THREE MONTHS. THREE BLOODY MONTHS and the pain keeps getting worse. This morning it was so bad that I was barely able to get out of bed. No matter the amount of wolfsbane I consumed, the split bond was eating me up. And it was eating me fast. I grab the piping paper and decorate the last cupcake from the batch. I look up from the cupcakes as three college students walk in. “Welcome to Petals and Bean Cafe,” I say to them but they outright ignore me and walk over to their table.