Cinnamon Roll Trope Novels & Stories

He couldn't keep lying to himself. " Just give me a few seconds." she rushed into her kitchen. Luckily, she had baked some cinnamon rolls earlier this afternoon. She only had to microwave it a bit. " This is really good." He commented after eating. The tray was empty, and she laughed. " My grandmother's recipe." She said. She had looked forward to spending the weekends with her grandma because of these rolls. " I think we should define this." Nolan said, after few minutes of thinking. " Okay?" She asked.

And that's when the barista saw me and immediately greeted me too. “The usual, Sir?” “Make it two. And one cinnamon roll, please,” Lorenzo said then turned to me, “I like their brewed coffee here. And their cinnamon rolls are their best selling so you must try it too,” he told me. I glanced at the barista and he was pursing his lips as though he was displeased at Lorenzo. “Is he telling the truth?” I queried. The barista seemed surprised at my sudden question and frowned at me. But a woman suddenly appeared next to him and answered on his behalf.

I wake up to this delicious scent. It reminds me of my mother's cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. I leave my bedroom and walk downstairs without even looking at my hair or my pajamas. The smell is divine so I follow it in a daze. As I enter the kitchen I see Dante in there and oh my goodness, it is cinnamon rolls! He even made bacon to go with them. Then, just as I get ready to attack the cinnamon goodness, another scent hits me. It went along with the cinnamon rolls so well that at first I did not notice it. It has a slight vanilla and cinnamon swirl smell, kind of similar to a snickerdoodle cookie. As soon as I register this scent, I look up at Dante with my eyes wide. The smell is com

I doubted she had been listening to our conversation as she made her way swiftly to the oven. She pulled it down and carried out a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. The sweet aroma corroded the room and I felt my stomach grumble. She picked one up with her padded gloves and handed it over. “Have a bite” She looked indifferent and even though she was particular about us having bites of her snacks, I sensed she had something up her sleeve. I took the roll from her, eyeing her suspiciously of something I couldn't quite place. The aroma deceived me. There was a blandness and dryness that hit my tongue as I crushed a bite. I couldn't place what exactly was wrong in the roll but it was the cle

“Good choice.” We made our way to a booth selling freshly baked sourdough and pastries. I picked out a cinnamon roll the size of my face, while Mason opted for a plain croissant. “Plain?” I teased as we found a bench to sit on. “That’s so boring.” “It’s classic,” he countered, taking a bite. “You can’t go wrong with the basics.” I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue, too focused on the gooey sweetness of my cinnamon roll.

If it weren't Cinnamon, and Trixie the club might as well have been closed by now. The sex acts are still very popular but not so much when the dancers come into the mix, I mean Cinnamon is good on her own but the moment we try to pair her with a substitute to do Rumor's parts it all goes down hill. The chemistry Cinnamon and Rumor had is unmatched, or maybe it was simply Rumor, she was brutally trained to have chemistry with everyone. You could put her in a room with a dummy doll and still see the explicit, raw chemistry.

My real father had never called me anything so affectionate in his life. "The pleasure is mine," Reed said smoothly. "I've heard wonderful things about your bakery. The cinnamon rolls are legendary, I'm told." "Oh, yes." Margaret laughed loudly. "Ilaria used to eat three at a time when she visited. Couldn't get enough of them." I forced a smile, even though I hated cinnamon. The real me would have gagged at the thought of eating three cinnamon rolls in one sitting. But the fake me apparently loved them. George watched the exchange. I could practically see him cataloging every detail, searching for cracks in our carefully constructed facade.

Oh there's my precious cinnamon roll. "One cinnamon roll please." "Cinnamon roll one." I said it together with someone right beside me. I turned to see Sky Valentino. He's a famous actor too and I can't believe we ran to each other here. "This is the last one, who's first?" The staff said. "Me." We both answered it at the same time and I turned to him completely glaring. I love my cinnamon roll and will never let anyone take it. "I saw it first." He said.

They passed a bakery. “Daddy, I want a cinnamon roll please.” Theresa smiled widely. “Ouu, I love those too. Do you know why?” Wayne smiled at his daughter. “Because that’s how Mommy and Daddy met.” Theresa said brightly and Rose smiled. “Yes baby, Mommy and Daddy met because of Cinnamon….. rolls.” Rose said softly.

“That asshole put poison on the blade. That’s why it’ll take time.” “I’ll definitely kill him.” Alexander clenched his fists. “Of course you will.” Elijah scoffed. “I can see it.” he pointed at the wound. “Sure you will.” Alexander sent him a death glare. then he spotted the tray. “That’s for me?” Elijah hummed, “Warm milk and cinnamon rolls.” Alexander widened his eyes and looked at the plate with excitement as he loved cinnamon rolls. But he decided to keep a cool face, as usual. “I see. Thanks,” he mumbled quietly before eating the first roll. “Oh, shit.” he cursed when the sweet taste of cinnamon and cream cheese brushed his tongue.