Arcane Cupcake Novels & Stories

"Silence. Pink icing? More like pink disappointment. Look at how it's so untidily applied, it's trying to escape from the monstrosity of a cupcake you've baked. A sprinkle of sprinkles? You poured the whole bottle, contestant daddy. A touch of magic is nothing except the glitter that you stole from my tea set, don't think I didn't see you, contestant daddy. What do you have to say for yourself?" Arrigo awkwardly cleared his throat, "wel-" "Silence. Did I ask you to speak? Your cupcake has said enough for you and your entire existence and offspring. Utterly disappointing and unappetizing. Not even the dogs would eat that." Arrigo wanted to protest but took the lashing and I tried hard not to

Tony said gruffly, then winked down at Gemma. “Please, guys. I just ate one of Mom’s cinnamon rolls,” Kyle groaned. “I bet you ate the middle one too, didn’t you?” Gemma teased. “Don’t worry, she made a whole cake pan.” “Good. The middle ones are my favorite ones.” “Too bad Dad ate the other one,” Kyle replied. Gemma let out an exaggerated groan and pretended to faint. “But I need that one," she whined. "It has the most frosting, and they’re never as done as the ones on the outside,”

she whispered back, afraid their mom might overhear. "Mom made a new menu for the cake shop. Take one to the office and give one to Shreya. This one’s for Azelan to bring to school, and this big one is Miss Elliza’s order," their mother said, handing them four boxes, one of which was noticeably bigger. "Wow... Tiramisu Cake!" Azelan beamed as he peeked inside the box. Arunika smiled. Her cakes never failed to impress. "It’s already late. I’m heading out," Arabella said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

For my part I was ready to trade teaching teenagers who still didn’t give two farts for running a small bookstore on a shoe-string budget (and hopefully fitting in some of my own writing somewhere, too). Looking around, I feel content. Fulfilled. The backroom of Arcane Delights is once again in disorganized splendor. The shelves are stuffed full with donations from various sources and careful purchases (staying within our modest budget) from book distributors. Things are right again, and . . . There, sure enough, is Cassie’s mystery box. Sitting plain as day on the big metal desk in the middle of the back room. Cassie’s right. Somehow, I must’ve overlooked it this morning.

MILA'S POV "Are you actually trying to murder me?" Spencer, my desk neighbor and work rival stares at the box on his desk as if it contains live rattlesnakes. Which it really doesn't. I look down at my handiwork. Eight beautiful lilac cupcakes sit in two neat rows. The frosting is swirled just right, each one topped with a tiny edible flower I found at the fancy baking supply store in Cambridge.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Me: can’t wait for you to get home Kennedy: on my way I inform our guests Kennedy will be here soon. We place the cupcakes arranged like a cake in the center of the table. Half the cupcakes have pink and the other half have blue centers. The baker placed the cupcakes tightly together, forming a circle. A giant black question mark adorns their white icing tops. I never saw a cupcake-cake until the bakery showed it to me this week. It is perfect. It looks like a cake, but the cupcakes can easily pull apart and consumed.

I caught her staring and casually moved closer to Caroline, resting my hand on the small of her back. Caroline glanced up at me. “Protecting your claim?” “Just making sure no one tries to adopt you. You look twelve.” She gasped. “Rude.” The cashier cleared her throat. “Uh… what can I get you?” Caroline stepped forward, suddenly business-mode. “One cookie dough, one chocolate swirl, one strawberry cheesecake, and a scoop of marshmallow mint.” The girl looked mildly horrified. “All in one cup?” “No. I’m not a savage. Four different cups.”

Lunaria went ahead Immediately and even if she was excited about them spending the day together, her mind couldn't help but go back to the man who had failed at business, she pitied him dreadfully hoping he would find a way around his loss soon. ***** "This! This is my favorite!" Lunaria squealed as she bit into the cupcake, "This is it." "You have said that for the last few flavors," Xander chuckled as he watched his wife gobble on a red velvet cupcake and his gaze traveled to other flavors that she had gone through, "Are you sure this is it?" She nodded vigorously. "Oh, darling." He let out another chuckle, "Try this one." Lunaria collected the Chocolate-flavored cupcake her husband handed

Then he leaned closer, brushing a crumb from the corner of my lips with his thumb, eyes never leaving mine. I’d eaten more than I had all week, my stomach was full, my cheeks a little sore from laughing, and I thought we were done. But Adriano reached into the bag again, like he’d been saving one last surprise. He pulled out a single cupcake, carefully tucked in a little box. One candle. One tiny flame when he lit it. “What’s this for?” I asked, blinking. He gave a shrug, “You’re graduating next week. Pre-congratulations.”