Cinnamonroll Novels & Stories

“We make cinnamon rolls with three flavor options: classic sugar glaze, caramel swirl, and this new mango-coconut glaze I’ve been experimenting with… W-we’re still getting feedback, b-but I think it’ll stay.” Chris stepped a little closer to the counter, his eyes gently following my movements as I picked up one of the new croissants filled with lemon cream. “This one’s… my favorite,” I admitted, softly now, the nervousness giving way to something gentler. “It’s messy… but sweet. You bite in, and it just surprises you.” He smiled faintly. “Like you.” I froze, eyes widening just slightly. My heart skipped. I looked at him slowly. “W-what?”

It's more appetizing if it's on a plate. “We're almost done with the food. Are you guys hungry?" Auntie Gina asked when she saw us. “Not really, Auntie. Zandrey brought cinnamon rolls,” I replied with a smile. Auntie must have felt weirded out because there was something in her face when I said those words. I got nervous for a bit there, because I know for a fact that Auntie Gina is a good observant. I wouldn't be surprised if she knows I am pregnant before I could even tell anyone else. But still, I didn’t mind it so much. I put my attention to the bread in front of me.

“You don’t have to take permission from us, ma’am. Enjoy your meal.” “The break room is that way.” Carlos pointed out before Dani could get the chance to. The two of them seem to be competing with each other. Nina settled into one of the chairs to enjoy her meal. She had asked for cinnamon rolls and a full-creamed coffee. It looked excessive, but her mouth was dying to have a taste. Biting into the roll, she moaned as it melted in her mouth. It tasted like the best thing she has had in a long while.

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 doubted she had been listening to our conversation as she made her way swiftly to the oven. She pulled it down and carried out a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. The sweet aroma corroded the room and I felt my stomach grumble. She picked one up with her padded gloves and handed it over. “Have a bite” She looked indifferent and even though she was particular about us having bites of her snacks, I sensed she had something up her sleeve. I took the roll from her, eyeing her suspiciously of something I couldn't quite place. The aroma deceived me. There was a blandness and dryness that hit my tongue as I crushed a bite. I couldn't place what exactly was wrong in the roll but it was the cle

"We need to talk." "You bet." A beeper went off in the back room and he nodded. "Let me grab that and I'll come right back out. It's a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls. I think I got them right, finally. I swear I thought I was going to have to bake them every night this week at home to get them to be more like yours."

He couldn't keep lying to himself. " Just give me a few seconds." she rushed into her kitchen. Luckily, she had baked some cinnamon rolls earlier this afternoon. She only had to microwave it a bit. " This is really good." He commented after eating. The tray was empty, and she laughed. " My grandmother's recipe." She said. She had looked forward to spending the weekends with her grandma because of these rolls. " I think we should define this." Nolan said, after few minutes of thinking. " Okay?" She asked.

I knew it would help keep the guys calm, but the peach cobbler and ice cream would help keep their brains working for the alliance agreement. I got up so early to be able to bake the cinnamon rolls that I had started the night before. After taking a shower and getting dressed, I went to the kitchen, started preheating the oven and took the baking sheets of cinnamon rolls out of the refrigerator and put them on top of the stove for their second rise. I let them rise while the oven preheated and drank coffee for thirty minutes. When they had risen enough, I put them in the oven. While they were in the oven, I made the icing to put on top of them when they were done. I called Luna Jessie and a

Oh there's my precious cinnamon roll. "One cinnamon roll please." "Cinnamon roll one." I said it together with someone right beside me. I turned to see Sky Valentino. He's a famous actor too and I can't believe we ran to each other here. "This is the last one, who's first?" The staff said. "Me." We both answered it at the same time and I turned to him completely glaring. I love my cinnamon roll and will never let anyone take it. "I saw it first." He said.

He laughed, “You got me.” Sebastian wrapped his arms around me from behind, “Did someone say homemade cinnamon rolls?” I laughed as grandma chuckled, “Yes, we are having homemade cinnamon rolls.” Cedric added, “And they’re good enough to make you slobber all down yourself.” I laughed, “Now that’s pretty gross, Cedric.” He laughed, “Fights have been started over the last one… True story.” Sebastian laughed, “That would not surprise me at all. Everything she makes is mouth-watering good.” I laughed, “My brothers have fought over them. That’s for sure.” Grandma chuckled, “Your Grandpa Cade fought Gabriel for the last one too.” I laughed, “I think that has happened at least once in every generat