Cinnamon Roll Trope Novels & Stories

So, I got that trait from him – why haven’t I noticed all of this before? I smiled, taking the little pots and sliding the glass door with my feet. The smell of cinnamon overwhelmed my nostrils as I sniffed, sighing happily while I placed the flower pots on the coffee table and heading inside the kitchen. Caelum was busily taking the trays of cinnamon rolls out from the oven and lined them up on the counter, his sweat making his shirt stick on his body. I smiled, tilting my head as I tried to find a better angle.

He noticed. “Hey, don’t look at me like that,” he already unwrapped the cinnamon roll. “Silas basically dragged me outta bed too. I didn’t even get to brush my teeth, let alone eat. So yeah,” he bit into it, muffling the rest, “I’m making up for lost time.” I took a sip of my coffee. One sugar. No milk. Roth picked a frothy cappuccino with extra whipped cream on the side first. He caught my look again and raised a brow. “You think you’re scary with that stare? You’re just mad I thought ahead. Don’t be one of those guys who gets weird over pastries.”

“Have you found your mate yet, Preston?” “No. I’ve been looking for her, too.” He let out an exasperated sound that had my curiosity skyrocketing. “There’s a scent in your territory that fascinates me.” “Oh? Is there? What does it smell like?” I asked. “Vanilla and cinnamon.” I let out a little laugh as I began to dig at the spot. “When we get home, I’ll introduce you to her.” “You know who she is?” I nodded. “Of course I do! She recently helped me out with an important project. She’s a wonderful woman.”

"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.

"If you don't mind making me one." "Of course not." "You want cinnamon rolls too?" "Sugar? Uh, yeah? How could I say no?" Robin snorts. "Glad to see something hasn't changed." Five minutes later, Robin is warming up cinnamon rolls that someone named Addison baked for us. His broad back is facing me. I'm taking the time to check out his rear end, so nervous I have to make a conscious effort not to choke on my hot chocolate.

Comparing a bakery store or homemade batch with those would be akin to comparing fresh pasta in a cheese wine sauce with boxed mac 'n' cheese. The cinnamon buns had risen from their muffin pan casings like unfurled telescopes. Inside the delicate swirl of butter-rich dough were apple chunks coated in the cinnamon sugar. Before they'd been out of the oven a full minute there was an empty spot in the tray and Rose was nowhere to be seen. River shrugged, taking her theft as a compliment.

He walked outside and knew the wolves were still there when he didn’t come right back in. I pulled the cream cheese frosting that I made last night out of the refrigerator just in time for the oven timer to go off. I opened the oven, and the cinnamon rolls were perfect. I pulled them out of the oven and iced them. I smiled to myself, knowing Aidinth is going to love these. As soon as I had all the omelets ready, I told the guys to come in and eat. They all went to the sink to wash their hands and took a long look at the cinnamon rolls. Ramiel was giving Kemuel a hard time because he couldn’t keep his eye off the cinnamon rolls. Kemuel laughed, “I haven’t had homemade cinnamon rolls in so lon

The only person who cared about my well being like that was Christian! " The cinnamon cappuccino is great too," he commented, snapping me out of my reverie. I shouldn't be thinking about Christian right now! " Wow, you really like cinnamon, don't you? " I teased him. " Guilty," he laughed in response, "If it were up to me, I'd put cinnamon on everything.” I went back to looking at the menu deciding what to eat. " I'll take the Cinnamon Roll, but I'd rather have a vanilla cappuccino,' I warned.

I asked, looking up. "A cinnamon roll," Maverick grinned. "I remember you mentioned you liked the ones from this place. Eat it while it's fresh. I gotta go to practice, but I'll text you later, okay?" "Okay," I whispered. "Thank you, Mave." Hearing me use his nickname in public made his smirk widen. He flashed me a quick wink, turned around, and jogged out of the café to catch up with his team. I opened the paper bag, the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon filling the air. I took a bite and found myself smiling stupidly from the sweetness of the pastry.

Calvin asked as he peeled a banana calmly like his teammate hadn't just been caught cheating. "What do you mean by bad habit?" Merissa demanded with a glare, and Calvin shrugged before biting into his banana. "Soren is not allergic to cinnamon rolls. And no, Lily did nothing to him; you can piece in the clues yourself," he said, and he walked out on her, wanting to see the masterpiece that Lily had created.