Arcane Cupcake Novels & Stories

Arc "Welcome, everyone! Glad you're all cozy and settled in." A warm voice called out, and its owner came into view from the corner, carrying a tray of freshly baked cupcakes. The aroma of sweet vanilla and chocolate wafted through the air, tantalizing to a person's taste buds. "For a host, you're fashionably late as always, Angel!" Kaitlyn teased, a playful grin spreading across her face. Angel gave an apologetic look, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Cupcakes can be a bit finicky, but I hope they're worth the wait! I wanted to make sure they were perfect for our little gathering."

“Seems like it.” “Alrighty.” Nancy moved to the display case and placed two cream puffs into a white paper box. Folding the lid inward, she explained, “Sush doesn’t take more caffeine when she’s stressed like that. In the last few months when she looked like she was losing it, I normally treated her to one of these babies or matcha cupcakes. Since the cupcakes are sold out, this is our only option.” As Nancy jabbed the numbers on the cash register, she asked, “She sent you to get them?” “No,” Greg replied curtly, placing a note on the counter and saying, “Keep the change.”

Arathina Mason sat quietly in her favorite pavilion in the garden, a cup of coffee resting on the small table beside her, vibrant colors spread across the canvas before her. Beyond it, her garden bloomed beautifully under the morning sun. As she painted, memories of her younger days surfaced — the time when she was first recognized as a prodigy, when the world had begun to praise her art. Just then, a woman in her forties, dressed in a striking red dress and heels, strode toward the pavilion. Anger flashed in her eyes as she watched Arathina from a distance.

AMBROSE I have never tasted a cupcake this quite tasty in several months or even in my whole life. It doesn’t matter who it came from or who made it or who it is for. I was thoroughly captivated by this treat that I thought of having everything all for myself. Our first break was just a short fifteen minute but it was enough for me to bring the box of cupcake with me to the abandoned part of the school. I held the box with such caution as I climbed through the window. I was expecting to see Phil or even Marlon to be hiding here having their daily dose of cigarette but luckily I was the only one here. The dim and hollow space felt familiar but still different. I inched my way toward this old

He placed a single, crystallized violet petal on top of each one using a pair of tweezers he usually used for extracting bullets. He wiped his hands on the pink apron. He pulled his phone from his tactical belt. He snapped a high-resolution photo. He opened the browser. He logged into the backend of a website: TheTacticalBaker.com. He uploaded the photo. Subject: Lavender Honey Cupcakes with Lemon Curd Core. Yield: 12 Units. Difficulty: Moderate. Notes: The lemon curd provides a sharp counter-offensive to the sweetness of the buttercream. Execute with tea.

It was a half hour later when Chan stared with disbelief at the cupcake that looked very much like a cup of hot chocolate in front of her. It was beautifully made with white fondant as the cup and handle and the chocolate meringue as the hot chocolate. On top of this sat a pretty little candle. “What is it for?” she asked, pointing chopsticks at it. “It’s your birthday cake,” replied Dara proudly. “Since you made it quite clear you don’t want a party or fancy birthday cake with the number twenty-five on top of it, Soriya and I made an executive decision we’d just go with the cupcake.”

Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel. "You look hot," Amber compliments me as I'm next to her. "I hate to agree, but you really do." Sookie rolls her eyes and sips some from her cup. "Thank you," I say shyly. "Want a drink?" Amber, hand me a cup. I accept it and recall what my aunt warned me about before leaving the house. I should not drink. But how can I say no to Amber? Amber's eyes were fixated, needing me to take a sip.

Perhaps the Moon Goddess would take pity on me and send my mate to me. With my heart drumming in my chest, I entered the party hall with Hayden, he introduced me proudly. “Please welcome a new addition to my friends’ circle, Shyla Alford. She is the owner of The Marvel Cupcakes.” As my son was a miracle of nature, I named the shop after this bounty, hoping for my dear Goddess’s blessings. The small gathering of Hayden’s friends and his regular human customers was a pleasant event, I thoroughly enjoyed the company of friendly people.

There was a bright red straw in the shape of an arrow stabbing in from the top right corner. Inside the cup, meanwhile, was a pink fluid, and a strong scent of tea rushed up to her nose. Charmine was stunned. This tea…was the pink tea! Why did Anthony buy her the tea? Did he…? As she was caught up in her thoughts, Anthony’s low and magnetic voice rang, “Alice Wonderland Tea. They sell nine cups per year, using autumn peach petals and snow mountain tea leaves.” He handed a greeting card to Charmine as he spoke.

The voices were talking over each other, but it was like music, the strange sound ringing above the market square. "One mystic cupcake, with blue delphinium frosting," I said to the witch standing in front of the shop. She gave me a mean look before she nodded and grabbed the cupcake and pushed it towards me. "Pay for it, witch," I said to Lissa, and she frowned a bit before she grabbed her purse.