Cinnamonroll Novels & Stories

Then came the cinnamon, warm and earthy. When the first trays of lemon-cinnamon rolls went into the oven, Amora leaned against the counter and waited. Slowly, the scent began to drift. It snaked out of the kitchen, through the open front door, and onto the sidewalk of Norwood Green. It was a magnetic smell—sweet, spicy, and full of home. Amora was busy wiping down the marble slab when she heard the bell above the door chime. She looked up, surprised. The "Open" sign wasn't even up yet.

Douglas told me, as if he could read my mind. “Oh!” I'd scanned the entire room earlier but didn’t sight the incense burner once. Clearly, this man has the eyes of a hawk. “Roberto Junior burns cinnamon at every one of his events because, according to him, it helps him breathe. And from how you reacted earlier, it seems to also have an effect on you too.” “I love the smell of cinnamon.” “That I’ve noticed. So, is it like a thing for artists, or it’s just a coincidence.” he said as he led me further into the room.”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about the cinnamon rolls.” The three trays are loaded with fluffy cinnamon rolls dripping with icing, alongside scrambled eggs with cheese, crispy bacon, fresh fruit salad, and steaming mugs of coffee. The whole meal is a mouthwatering, delicious-looking feast. “Eat,” Suzy smiles, pushing the extra tray towards me. “You look like you didn't eat much yesterday.” She is not wrong. I dig in, and the first bite of cinnamon roll is pure heaven. It's so sweet and buttery with just the right amount of spice.

The warm yellow lights cast everything in a soft glow, turning ordinary things into something magical. I found myself breathing a little deeper, letting the peace of the moment wash over me. Marcus was already at the counter, his usual teasing grin in place as he scanned the trays of goodies. He was practically drooling over the cinnamon rolls. “Two extra cinnamon rolls,” he said, his voice amused. “Backup in case Martha eats everything.” Martha rolled her eyes, laughing. “I don’t eat everything.” “Yes, you do,” Marcus shot back, holding the rolls up like trophies. “You eat enough for both of us.”

The scent of vanilla, chocolate, and caramelized sugar wafted through the air, blending harmoniously with the hint of cinnamon that Jennifer was carefully sprinkling on top. “Should I sprinkle the cinnamon on it like this?” Jennifer, one of the bakers, asked me. “Yes, just like that, but a little lighter, please,” I instructed, watching as she delicately adjusted her technique. The cinnamon added a perfect touch of warmth and spice, complementing the sweet aroma that filled the bakery.

I made sure to ask to amuse my wolf, who asked about dessert. "My apologies, Your Highness," she said, then she paused a moment before continuing. "We have not started preparing dessert just yet. However, we are preparing cinnamon rolls, Your Highness. When we do prepare dessert, I will let you know what the selection is, unless you have a suggestion." 'That scent is not cinnamon rolls. If they're not making dessert, where is the scent coming from? Follow it!' (Cash insisted)

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

he said and quickly grabbed the cinnamon roll then took a huge bite and chewed. His face turned sour and I felt bad for him. He took a really large chunk that would be hard to chew or even swallow considering how bad it tasted "oh my Lord" he said with a mouthful of cinnamon roll and rushed to the sink where he spat it out and rinsed his mouth. He sauntered back to the table and sighed as he sat down "you're too nice, that was horrible" he said and looked at me

Cock blocking fucks. "Dude, homemade cinnamon rolls that's almost worth breaking the bro code. They smell amazing, Danielle." "Thanks, Logan; there's more than enough; I made plenty." She seemed happy enough to have them all here waiting to be fed as she opened the oven and removed the savory offerings. I thought Ty would snatch the plate from her hand with his greedy, impatient ass. They fell on them like starving wolves, and pretty soon, the plate of twenty or more was clean. She made a mountain of eggs and rashes of bacon while I made another pot of coffee.

you got taller again, give your old man a hug ] I smile at him << hi gramps >> { Come in, come in! } we follow them into the house and are immediately surrounded by the scent of Cinnamon << are you making Cinnamon Rolls grams? >> { yes indeed I am, you wanna help me? } (( yes! )) we all went into the kitchen and helped her add the final touches on her Cinnamon Rolls.