Carl The Cupcake Novels & Stories

“Sorry you had to leave your family before you got dessert.” Carl stood in his kitchen, his eyes slightly red as Mandy sat at the counter finishing the report he’d asked her to type up. She shrugged. “I knew there was no way in hell I would get cake with my family watching my thighs. They’re on this get-Mandy-skinny mission.” “I’d gladly watch your—” Carl suddenly cleared his throat and shook his head, as if physically trying to stop himself from saying the words. “Well, you guessed wrong on that.” Carl tossed her a plastic takeout box. “I got some to go.”

It was the least he could do. “Things are going well—DAVE PUT THAT GIANT GUMMY BEAR DOWN, WE’RE ONLY HERE FOR THE RUNTS!” fake Carl shouts and the real Carl cracks a small smile. They must be at Madame Sweets, Ash Cannon’s cute little candy store on the corner of Mulberry and Star Avenue. Carl would give anything to be him right now. Except wait, no, he wouldn’t. Going back would mean he’d have to deal with the stress and the pressure again. And he couldn’t handle that. He didn’t think anyone could really.

Carl called softly as he clutched the tip of my blouse with his hands. A warm smile spread across my face as I lowered my head to make eye contact with him and listened intently to what she had to say. "Mom. I'd like that ice cream. Can we have some, please?" He inquired, and I followed his attention to a lanky man with my artificial bunny ears fastened to his head. He was at an ice cream vendor with a variety of colored cups on display. Carl couldn't stop laughing at the sight of his enormous rabbit ears.

"Uh-uh, I heard that." I ignored him and took a bit of the cupcake that filled with chocolate chips. A moan escaped my lips as the taste was really great. "This is so nice. Here, try this," I shoved the cupcake closer towards him until it reached his mouth and my eyes glanced at it. He obeys, opened his mouth, and took a bite of the cupcake. I keep my eyes on him waiting for his reaction but when Carlos being Carlos, emotionless will count as his reaction.

Alex thought as he closed his eyes and made his wish before he blew on the candle. Cara smiled as she removed the candle and took the first bite of her cupcake. "You didn't tell me your name." Alex said. "I know." She answered casually before she took another bite. Lines etched Alex's forehead as he stared back at her. Why won't she just say her name?! His gaze traveled from her to the cupcake in her hand, he smiled, "Okay then i will call you cupcake." Cara stopped eating and looked at him as if he grew another head, "Why? That's not even a name." She said the last part as she gazed at the cupcake in her hand.

"Carlo what does your heart tell you. You come across as being told what to do , what to say, how to say and when to say it. What about what you want. " " I just said ;you... cupcake . " " Carlo Perelli." We pulled up the driveway of his house , he entered the code and the gates opened , he drove in and the gates closed. He drove into his garage and once all the doors were locked he unbuckled his seat belt and looked at me with affection as if he was feeling feelings for the first time. "Cupcake . You're my cupcake ." " and here I'm thinking I'm drunk. Carl dolcezza ... We both know you don't like business class . Never mind what your father wants you to do . What do you want to do? "

I laughed hard at that one, while Prince Aidinth and Elliot just shook their heads and chuckled. After dessert, Princess Chloe and I cleaned the kitchen together while the Elliot and his dad started greeting alliance members and their mates. Princess Chloe and I started placing platters of cupcakes and cookies down the center of the conference room table and I made sure we had plenty of coffee and a pot of hot water on the coffee station. Alpha Damien and Luna Abby walked in while I was setting things up and she gasped, “These look amazing! Elisa, did you make all this?” I nodded, “I did. I worked on them all afternoon. I know brains function better when they have a little sugar boost, so I

I didn’t even think she would agree. But she gave me a chance to fix her broken heart or, in other words, make her fall in love with me. I thought it wouldn’t be a hard job for me; I had women chasing me all the time. As for Riley, she was a challenge for me. “Let’s get back to work. Did you look up at Carl like I said?” I asked, changing the subject. Luke grumbled, and I heard him typing roughly on the keyboard. He cleared his throat, and I chugged down my drink as he started talking. “Carlos De Luca, who’s known as Carl the dick.” He stopped to chuckle at his joke before continuing. “He owns car dealerships around Europe, also modeling and-“

I imagined how it would be lifeo hearing her scream my name with this cute mouth of hers. "Haaa....my little cupcake, I'm coming for you!" I assured myself as I dropped the phone to my side. This will be interesting.

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?”