Carl The Cupcake Novels & Stories

"Did you enjoy the cake?" Dominco asked Carl after his laughter had died down as he took a seat,the same one Carl had gotten off from, settling Carl on his legs he reached for the spoon in his plate and took a bite out of the cake left on his plate, "Yeah it was sweet and creamy and big and…..can I take some to school tomorrow?" Carl asked as he collected the spoon from Dominco and continued with the cake, Nora just sat down there as she watched them quietly,not uttering a word or butting In,

“Do you like it?” “Like it?” I blinked fast, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. “You did this?” She nodded. “I wanted to do something special. I found a YouTube tutorial. I burned one batch of cupcakes but I made another. And these have hearts in them.” Calix raised a brow. “Wait, they have what in them?” “Edible candy hearts. Duh.” He grinned, impressed. “And you did all this by yourself?” “Carla helped me blow the balloons, but I decorated.”

and Wait... Carl Warner.

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.”

Giving the boy a small smile with a wave, she focused her attention on Carl and his recipes. # The bell to the diner rang just as Emmie, Carl, and Mateo carried out plates full of cupcakes, and three pies. The blonde didn’t have time to look at who had just entered, but she knew for a fact that they were Mateo’s friends from the Southside. “Emmie Davis, you’ve outdone yourself,” Samuel said when planting himself on a stool behind the counter, Victoria following elegantly, and grabbing a cupcake. “You really have, these look amazing, Em,” the girl agreed and pointed at the cherry pie. “I’d like a slice of that, please.”

Carl asked “Maybe when I am doe, I am still full from this morning” “Are you sure?” “Let’s just get yoghurt then’ “Anything my queen wants” “What flavor do you want Melanie?” Carl asked as the stood in the yoghurt shop “I can’t seem to decide” “Do you want a bit of everything?” “No, that would be so much; there are over 50 flavors here” “You should take two flavors then” “I’d pick one and you pick the other”

Carl had become a regular in the three days to the wedding. After the chocolates, he sent in an all exclusive black credit card that I took generous advantage in planning to get my things, I met him almost twice and the experience was almost pleasant and even sensual. I was picking the venue with him; we went to see the owner of the cathedrals and while we were waiting for the vampire billionaire, who had an odd penchant for acquiring church buildings, Carl asked, “So what are you wearing under that coat?”

"Do you have anything... festive?" "We have cupcakes," the girl said. "Red velvet?" "Red," Cale said. "The color of arterial blood." "The color of love, Cale," Elion corrected. "We'll take two." They sat at a small metal table by the window. Elion put a single candle—blue, of course—into Cale's cupcake. He lit it with a match. "Okay," Elion said. "Happy Birthday, Atlas." Cale stared at the flame. It flickered in the draft from the door.

Carl slapped his bald head, then slurped his beer before rubbing his stomach. "I've not had a special run with women, I'm afraid. Most of them hate me because I love booze, and I can't help it. Like, can't two legends co-exist? I need booze to function, and you need me. If we move in the right direction, we're going to be creating something huge." I laughed. He made absolutely no sense. But that was Carl for you. He literally said nothing, but it was so funny because of his baldness and the stomach he had gotten from drinking too much beer.

Yul placed the two cups on the low table next to a clear jar filled with sugar cubes, teaspoons, warm milk, and a couple of cinnamon cookies. "Take it," Yul said, offering the cup on a small white porcelain plate. The plate already had a couple of cookies on the side. Carla narrowed her eyes and smiled just barely, accepting the gift, which she tasted, feeling a very pleasant flavor on her palate. "It's very delicious, thank you." "Taste the cookies." "Did you make them?" "Of course I did." Yul smiled.