Carl The Cupcake Novels & Stories

At this moment, the entrance door opened and Carl entered the room carefully. He carried a tray containing a porcelain pot, plate and spoon. He carefully placed it on the table in the centre of the guest room. Beatrix cleared her throat and placed the bed tray over Lavana. "Big sis, have some medicine first," she said softly as she accepted the porcelain bowl containing a red tonic that smelled awful. "Beatrix, did I get it right?" Carl nervously asked. Only heavens know how much effort he'd put into this. He'd never even be so serious if he were preparing a king's meal but these girls in his home could send him to death at any time. He wanted to keep his head alright!

I sat back down, and he took the seat opposite me. One of the girls quickly came over and asked to take his order. He ordered something I had never heard of before with extra this and that. As she quickly scribbled on her notepad and hurried away, he was chuckling. “What was that?” I asked. “A new little favourite, let’s see if they get it right.”

Very. Carl pulls off at the new area, which adjacent of the street is the Cafe he's called special place. "Your order?" Carl raises both eyebrows. I take that as his usual habit. He's been doing a lot of it since I met him. I just didn't notice it. "Cappuccino with two cubes of sugar, and hamburger, leaves free." I release a smile.

Kas’s POV “Are you sure about this?” My wolf Elexis asks when the timer on the oven goes off. “Absolutely.” I say confidently. “I refuse to be a prisoner in our own home, Lex.” I pull the cupcakes out of the oven. Carrot cake caramel. I’ve been experimenting to perfect the recipe for my bakery for weeks so we can add it to the fall menu. The little browned mounds of cake finally look perfect and smell like heaven. I set them on the cooling rack and make a few notes in my notebook before I go get a shower.

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

Isabella Carl’s apartment was quiet when I opened it with the spare key. The smell of his cologne still lingered faintly in the air, and I smiled, imagining his reaction when he saw what I had planned for him. In a way, it was good that he wasn't home; this would be a perfect surprise. I placed the cake on the kitchen counter, carefully lifting it out of the box to display its decadent chocolate frosting and the small "Happy Birthday, Carl" inscription I had requested. Next, I set out the card, a simple yet heartfelt note I’d written, and made sure it was angled just right to catch his eye.

It felt like something was about to burst out, a heat rising from the outside in, as if something inside him was being crushed and pulled apart. Unable to stop himself, Carl unconsciously moved his Adam’s apple. Standing in the shifting light, the movement looked almost too seductive, a rare sight for him. Everyone in New York city knew that Carl was the embodiment of restraint. He was known for his ascetic lifestyle—he didn’t even touch meat, living on a vegetarian diet year-round. His air of noble detachment was something that no one had ever been able to break.

Granddad lit up. “You’re eating the wrong one. The Chantilly is better but it was almost gone...” I cut them both off. “There are Chantilly cupcakes. Go ahead.” They practically sprinted out. Before I left, Dad stopped us. “So are you two serious?” I blinked. “You mean… serious serious?” “What do you think, Carm?” He called me Carm, so I knew the storm had passed. I nodded. “Yeah, Daddy. We’re serious.” Dad looked at Stephen.

The woman apologized to me, and I nodded before she left. "Sorry, Mrs. Cavanaugh, I haven't introduced myself before—anyway, I'm Carl. Mr. Lazarus Cavanaugh's trusted employee here," he said, proud and pleased. It seemed like he was restraining himself from looking at my whole appearance, which was quite different from when we first met. "What are you here for, Ma'am?" I continued walking towards the elevator and handed him the Frappuccino I was holding, which accidentally hit his chest and almost wet his shirt. Thankfully, he caught it before it fell.