Cinnamonroll Novels & Stories

His forehead even creased. 'I will not let you celebrate today, when my sister is in sorrow." He thought to himself, directing his fiery eyes to Rosell. ROSELL is at the bar counter of the hotel, sighing while looking at her friend. They are now at the reception and the guests filled the venue. She feels genuinely happy for her friend, but she's worried for her too. She drank a glass of God-knows-what kind of alcohol. She felt the bitterness flowed down her throat. It has sooth her nerves.

She was quite cheerful and had sworn to bring a smile to my three years old rigid lips. The car rolled to a stop in front of Stone Culturist, the family's company building. We entered the building and some employees stopped to greet us. The walls were adorned with paintings of crop plants and animals. We took the elevator to the 56th floor which happened to be the last and went into a conference room.

her soft voice gets Kana's attention. In a quick gaze, Kana studied her wholebeing. A white lotus huh. Kana smiled sweetly. Consort Pleng is the type who are usually silent and bullied but actually hiding her black roots to attack when everyone thought that she's harmless and unbothered. "Oh, that's a cinnamon roll Your Grace. I played a bit in the kitchen this morning.." Kana smiled widely. "It is made of dough, Filled with melted butter, cinnamon powder and sugar powder, the toppings are caramelized sugar and pistachio nuts."

"Okay,' Angela's shoulder slumped as she peered at Ara through her eyelashes. Ara shook her head. She placed the tray in front of her and smiled when Angela flashed her a bright grin. "Try, Jenna. Tell me how does it taste," Ara took a roll from the tray and brought it closer to Jenna's lips. Jenna took a bite. "Ummm..It's delicious, Ary. Where did you learn it from?" she asked through her stuffed mouth. "We used to have Cinnamon rolls on every last Sunday in the orphanage," 'It's yum," Angela singsong from the table as she continued to stuff her mouth with the sweet dish.

As I was pulling the cinnamon rolls out of the oven, Zach and Kayla came up. Damien let them in, and I laughed, "Zach, you must have a sixth sense that helps you detect sweets." Damien laughed and said, "I may or may not have told him you were making them. He saw them in the fridge last night when he came in to get a drink while we were watching the game." I chuckled and said, "It's fine. I just need to put my homemade icing on them, and they will be ready." I started frosting them while Damien and Zach were hovering over them like a couple of house flies. Kayla was laughing as she said, "I swear, you two, if you slobber on those, I'm going to be pissed." I said, "Me too." Damien started to

she punched my arms. "Stop it silly," I huffed as I elbowed her in her stomach. "I got to see that boss of yours." She gave her a wink and she left for her room. ******* *1 month later* Emily ordered us food. I was watching my favourite movie The Notebook when the bell rang. Emily yelled from the kitchen while she was getting us a drink that she got the door. After a few seconds, she came in with big cardboard of pizza.

I folded the list and tucked it into my pocket, next to the sticky note she'd given me yesterday. Derek appeared at my desk around noon with a tray of something that smelled like cinnamon and burnt sugar. "New recipe. Cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting. I need a rating before Michael eats them all." I took a bite. The frosting was sweet and the dough was soft, and it was the first thing I'd eaten all day that didn't taste like cardboard. "Nine. This is a nine."

Julian said, dropping a warm, grease-stained paper bag onto the bench beside me. I looked up, squinting because of the sun and reached into the bag. The scent of sweet cinnamon and baked butter hit me instantly. "Are these... churros?" "Imported cinnamon, fried dough, extra sugar," Julian grinned, taking a seat beside me and stretching his long legs out over the gravel path. "Just like that food truck near the hospital. The one you used to bribe me with when I wouldn't do your inventory sheets."

“You’re becoming shameless.” “I’m the King. I can be shameless in my own kitchen.” “This is my kitchen today.” Cassian smiled. “Then I’ll behave.” Aurora laughed softly. Cassian walked closer and looked at the dough. “What are you making?” “Cinnamon rolls.” “Are they for me?” “No.” Cassian's expression fell dramatically. Aurora couldn't help laughing. “They're for the bakery.” “So I don't get one?” “You can have one when they're finished.”

Maria’s eyes widened with playful mischief as she settled into the chair across from me. “Eat, Maria,” I said, a faint smile tugging at my lips despite the fatigue that clung to me. She sat down and grabbed one of the cinnamon rolls, taking a generous bite. “They’re delicious!” I took a bite myself, and indeed, it was truly delicious—the cinnamon perfectly balanced with a subtle sweetness, the pastry flaky yet tender, each mouthful carrying the unmistakable touch of care. “Gosh. What is she? A baker?” Maria exclaimed between bites, her enthusiasm breaking through my reflective silence.