Cinnamonroll Novels & Stories

He asks, smiling at me. I nod my head slowly and lean forward towards him. "I guess so." I whisper nervously. I hesitantly open my mouth and Ryder puts the piece of cinnamon roll in my mouth. I sit back, chewing slowly. The texture is really weird. I think there is actual chunks of baked apple in here, they feel kind of gushy. Other than the weird texture it tastes pretty good. I don't think I would want to eat it all the time though. The three of them stare at me, waiting for my opinion. "So, what did you think?" Ryder asks, when I finish eating it.

“You look like you’ve had a night. I thought you were going out with your team.” She handed me a cinnamon roll the size of my head. I sat down, breathed in the smell of home, and let her fuss over me like she always did. The cinnamon roll was sticky with icing and I ate gratefully. My stomach growling with hunger. Restraining myself tended to use a lot of calories. “Renee doing alright?” she asked as she poured tea. “She’s… amazing,” I said. " I think she may have unlocked a bit of her magic tonight."

“And speaking of focus—why don’t we move to what you all came for? It’s time for the tasting. Our exclusive American launch edition!” The ripple of curiosity that went through the crowd was palpable. I gestured toward the tasting bar, where Donna, already prepped and eager, hopped into place. Her small figure was almost comical in the pristine gloves and apron we’d given her, but her grin lit up the entire space. “Tonight, we unveil Harvest Bloom Cinnamon Crunch,” I announced, the name Davina had chosen. “A playful, nostalgic flavor inspired by American mornings—warm cinnamon, sugar, and creamy milk chocolate.”

"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.

SIENNA: Mmm. I moaned as the sweet, warm taste of the cinnamon bun filled my mouth, overwhelming my senses. It was so good—a rare moment of Delight. Granny’s Cavities never missed with their pastries. Their name said it all; one bite, and you’d believe it could give you cavities.

"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.

"Just pretend I'm stupid and explain everything. Who and what they are" He gives me this look like you're already stupid but answers me anyway "Well the ginger haired one is Stradella Rossi. He's basically a walking genius. Has won many awards for this school and is heir to taking over the Rossi foundation so he's practically untouchable but he's always having this scowl on his face so no one tries getting too close.

The sweet aroma of cinnamon rolls drifted to my nose, pulling me out of my sleep. I threw off my sheets and rushed down the stairs to the kitchen. “One minute, fifty-eight seconds,” Emma said, looking at her pocket watch. Her lips curved in a sweet smile. “You have beaten your own record.” “Mom, it is not my fault that you make such tantalizing rolls,” I replied, picking up a cinnamon roll from the tray. I hissed as the heat scalded my fingers.

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.

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.