Cinnamon Roll Hello Kitty Novels & Stories

Just as I’m about to drift off, my phone chimes again. This time, it’s a text. From Kitten Tamer. “Hello, kitten. I have a gift for you.”

Kitty smiled inward. Kitty took it out of the bag, the paper bag looked like the ones in a bookstore, but the cake looked homemade. The rectangular aluminum foil pan was as big as Kitty’s hand. Pieces of chopped strawberries sank on top of creamy frosting. The icing was slightly smudged on the cover since it rested on its side but was still enticing. “Thanks, mom!” “Glad you like it, dear,” the old lady said sadly. Bianca was on the opposite end of the unit, back facing Kitty in front of the static television. She was busy looking at the hamster cage. Kitty went towards her, but Bianca didn’t turn.

I said, "Wait a minute. As the frosting warms, it seeps in between the rolls. Just wait until I get all of them done." As soon as the last roll was frosted, Damien and Zach started to grab one each. I said, "Grab a paper plate and I will put it on your plate." I put a roll on each of their plates, and I swear, I saw their eyes cross when they took the first bite. Kayla laughed, "Did their eyes just cross?" I laughed even harder and said, "Now I know it wasn't my imagination." I was laughing like crazy when someone knocked on our door. Damien opened it and said, "We have a few more here that can sniff out sweets." When they came in, it was my dad, Damien's dad and Beau. I handed each of them

"Thank you! I have no idea how I've lived without cinnamon rolls. Where did these come from?" "It's a shop on the corner from Moonrise Entertainment. Cuppa Jo. A woman named Josette runs the place and makes the rolls fresh every morning. They're open through the week. Closed on the weekend. Some of my staff claim the only reason I don't make them come in on Saturday or Sunday is because they're closed and I can't function without them." All the time we had been together, I'd never known Tyler had a morning ritual anywhere other than his office. I had taken for granted he left in a hurry, not even bothering with coffee or toast from our kitchen.

I mean have you seen that kid, she is a real bundle of joy, but right now, I just was not feeling it. A sweet and honey-like smell—one very different from the various spicy aromas filling the air and making me want to retch my guts out—wafted up to my nose and I swiveled my head just to see some part of what looked like a tray of pastries before it was placed carefully into the fridge. "What's that?" I asked, biting back the sudden urge for something sweet again. Slow down girl, we ate a whole pack of candies yesterday. The young chef regarded me with a puzzled smile, "Cannoli, Signora," he said in a slight accent. "They're Italian pastries, for the birthday girl."

As soon as I smelled a familiar scent, I excitedly went to the dining table just near my room. "Good morning, honey." My mom said as I met his gaze. Her smile is as sweet as the aroma of cinnamon rolls and some brewed coffee made by my mom. "Whoah, is that cinnamon?" "Of course. Just the way you want it, honey." On a separate plate, I had a piece of cinnamon rolls and a glass of milk for me, she loved coffee on the other hand. "Perfect! Thank you. Are you going to work?" " I looked at my mom with a cheerful smile.

He was standing in the middle of the hall and had a four or five feet tall and wonderful cake placed near him. "Look at that cake, I have never seen such a beautiful and tasty cake and such a big cake before." Sohu saw the cake and forgot everything, her mouth started watering "It's good we come here, I want to eat that cake." Jenny grinned "Wow, the cake looks taller than you, Sohu!" But Rohit was looking at the man who was holding the microphone "It's Mr. Kaur?" Rohit said. "Hmm, he's Doraemon's friend," Kevin told him.

“I’m really starting to feel like yesterday’s pizza here. You know, still awesome—some might even say better—but you kinda forget it’s there because you’re so distracted by the new meal in front of you.” I rolled my eyes and took the fork from her. “When have you ever forgotten about pizza?” “Never.” She raised a hand to get the waitress’ attention. “But you have.” “Only because you finish it before I remember it’s there.” “Yeah, yeah. That’s not the point.” The waitress returned, and Cat rambled off an order that sounded like enough to feed three people. “And another one of these,” she added, waving at my cinnamon roll.

"Scrambled okay for you?" "Sure," I say, pulling the plate of cinnamon rolls closer. My stomach growls again, loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear. I can't believe how hungry I am. Though considering that I'm eating for two and I threw up what little I ate yesterday, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Thank God I'm not feeling queasy anymore. I choose the fattest cinnamon roll from the bunch. It's a beautiful golden color, darker where the cinnamon is baked into the swirl. Shiny white frosting is drizzled over the top and runs thickly down the sides.

Of course, we gotta go supervise them because they are kids. So after the bakery, we set him up nicely, giving him fancy clothes. We found a small Hello Kitty flower bouquet so we bought it for him. He was really happy thanking us because Rihanna liked Hello Kitty. He said usually her room had a bunch of Hello Kitty stuff. She had Hello Kitty dolls, a camera, a mirror, a mat, a fake phone, pillows, clothes, lips gloss, bows, a fan, and much more. "Well she would love to add these flowers to her collection" I laughed.