Cinnamonroll Novels & Stories

I said looking at his dark face " Okay " he said and removed his arms on me. Then, I walked towards the counter. " Good morning ma'am! May I take your order?" " I'll have two coffee Americano and two cinnamon rolls. It's for dine in. " I said as I gave to her the exact amount of my bill. " Two coffee Americano and two cinnamon rolls for Miss Centola. Your order will be served in a minute ma'am. Kindly wait for a while " I waited for my order for almost three minutes. I roamed my eyes around to look for Damon, and I saw him sitting near the glass walls of the store.

She laughed out loud at her audacity and woke Emily, who made grumpy baby noises while Milli soothed her. “Oh Sweetie, Mommy is sorry, she is being evil…” As soon as Emily was asleep again, Milli caramelized brown sugar, molasses, and pecans. She grated fresh nutmeg and cinnamon into the boiling pot, added tartness with a splash of balsamic vinegar, then set it to cool. She already had sweet bread dough rising for cinnamon rolls to go in the bakery case. Next, Milli googled the hotel and casino on the Valentine’s Day weekend voucher. Milli didn’t care about gambling, but they had skiing too, and she hadn’t been skiing since her honeymoon. Her replacement therapy did encourage replacing ‘bad’

I asked looking down at my phone to see I had a message from Roxy Roxy🦋: so how is it 👀 Me: we aren't even at the restaurant yet calm down 😂😂 "We're going to that new Italian restaurant PiaSana" "I'm pretty sure you pronounced that wrong" I said laughing "Mane what ever you know what I meant" Zzzz Zzzz "Who is that Roxy or Te texting you" Cam asked glancing at me "Roxy" I said playfully rolling my eyes Roxy🦋: is it a date

“Are you always this good at giving tours, or am I special?” “I just thought you’d want to know what’s what since you’re new here and all. Oh, that’s the bakery. Mrs. Lang makes the best cinnamon rolls you’ll ever taste, but she only does them on Saturdays. The rest of the week it’s just bread and those hard cookies the kids like.” He glanced at her. Color sat high on her cheeks. She kept her eyes on the road and the buildings, talking faster whenever his voice dropped into that particular tone that usually worked on other women. He didn’t understand it.

Inside smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and home. “Sit.” Elena pointed to the kitchen table. “I’ll heat the rolls.” I sat. Looked around. More pictures. Family photos. Kids at various ages. Beach vacations. Birthday parties. All of them are smiling. Happy. It made my chest ache. This is what a home looked like. Elena set a plate in front of me. The cinnamon roll was huge. Warm. Dripping with icing. I took a bite and almost moaned. “Oh my god.”

They came for the exact way the blistered, dark crust shattered beautifully under their teeth, and the way the rich, sour center was remarkably soft, complex, and resilient. I stood behind the polished wooden counter, a clean apron tied around my waist as I watched a young neighborhood boy excitedly point at a fresh tray of cinnamon rolls. He possessed absolutely no understanding of the carnage at the Pierre Hotel. He didn't know anything about the liquid cylinders of the "Iron Well," or the terrifying man who had literally fallen from the sky to save my life. To his innocent mind, I wasn't a weaponized legacy or a corporate survivor. I was simply the lady who made the good rolls.

A soft laugh escapes his mouth and simultaneously I steal a glance at his handsome face, a smile spreading my lips wide. “Here is your juice, but first have a bite of my cinnamon roll. Aria’s favourite.” she touches chin, as she sets down the plates of cinnamon. Lucian eyes the plate before like it was some strange item. “What? You've never had a cinnamon roll?” he replies no as he shakes his head lightly.

Indie said. “Yeah, but I don’t think it would fit with what you all are planning.” I said embarrassed. “Nonsense. What flavors do you like?” Joanna said. “I love cinnamon rolls with cream cheese icing and donuts with maple glaze or salted caramel.” I said. Then the chef blew my mind, “Luna, how about I make a cake that tastes like a cinnamon roll, and I can make it with the cream cheese icing, then I will make mini donuts with salted caramel. It should all pair really well.”

SnowBrook Valley The smell of cinnamon and sugar filled the kitchen, warm and comforting, wrapping around Melody. She stood by the counter, carefully sliding the last batch of cinnamon rolls onto a cooling rack, her fingers moving with quiet precision. For a moment, she just stood there, staring at them. Golden brown and perfectly glazed, she loved it here in the kitchen. A small smile tugged at her lips, but it didn’t last long. Her chest felt heavy again.