Cinnamonroll Novels & Stories

I asked softly. It took him a few seconds to respond, obviously stunned that I didn’t yell at him to get away from me. “Sure, I would never pass on a cinnamon roll” he said lightly as he came by and sat on a stool in front of the center counter. I put two pieces on the plate and placed it in front of him. He took a bite and groaned “These are so delicious, I don’t think two is going to be enough” I smiled and said “Well, I made an entire trey for you, while the other one is for the rest of us who don’t want to go into a sugar coma”

We make sure to put it in presentable packaging. We also discovered to promote our product on different social media platforms to attract more customers using only our phones. "I'm craving cinnamon rolls. Can we bake it today?" Julia asked. "Do you have the ingredients needed?" Austin asked. "Yeah. I have." "Let's bake it then," I said. Julia and I got the ingredients and utensils needed. Baking cinnamon rolls took a couple of hours for the dough needs to rise twice. Julia made the dough, and I mixed the cinnamon and brown sugar.

, he said, almost in a whisper. Kaylee's lips twitched before she took a bite out of the cookie and quickly commented. "It's really good and crunchy too", she said referring to the chocolate chip cookie. "Yeah but not as good as yours", Kavinsky replied, referring to the cookies she made for him. Kaylee left her half-eaten cookie back with the other cookies on her plate and rested her back on the chair. "Why am I here exactly?", she asked with sharp eyes. Kavinsky flinched at first before dipping his hand into his back pocket. He brought out a paper and unfolded it. It turned out to be a flier.

I wake up to this delicious scent. It reminds me of my mother's cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. I leave my bedroom and walk downstairs without even looking at my hair or my pajamas. The smell is divine so I follow it in a daze. As I enter the kitchen I see Dante in there and oh my goodness, it is cinnamon rolls! He even made bacon to go with them. Then, just as I get ready to attack the cinnamon goodness, another scent hits me. It went along with the cinnamon rolls so well that at first I did not notice it. It has a slight vanilla and cinnamon swirl smell, kind of similar to a snickerdoodle cookie. As soon as I register this scent, I look up at Dante with my eyes wide. The smell is com

I sniffed the air to get more of the delicious scent into my nostrils. “I’m making Cinnamon rolls.” Elain walked over to her kitchen to check on the said rolls in the oven. “They’ll be another twenty minutes. Do you want some beer?” “Sure, thanks.” I handed over the blowers and the box. “These are for you. Sorry about the box, it fell to the floor earlier.” “Oh, that’s alright. With the way my chocolate cravings have been the past few days, I can eat them off the floor.” She said as she handed me a beer bottle from the fridge and went over to the sink to put the flowers in a glass jar.

I felt like I wasn't well without Chinese food. Soon, Beth came back with a tray. She dropped the tray on the table. It contained two mugs of coffee, two plates of Cinnamon rolls. "Cinnamon rolls only." She sat beside me. I groaned, taking a plate of Cinnamon rolls. The strong smell of the Cinnamon oozed into my nostrils. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "What's wrong with you?" Beth drew her eyes in askance. "I don't know." The smell of the Cinnamon upset my stomach, causing a war in my internals. I felt a strong urge to gag all that was in my stomach.

I asked, looking up. "A cinnamon roll," Maverick grinned. "I remember you mentioned you liked the ones from this place. Eat it while it's fresh. I gotta go to practice, but I'll text you later, okay?" "Okay," I whispered. "Thank you, Mave." Hearing me use his nickname in public made his smirk widen. He flashed me a quick wink, turned around, and jogged out of the café to catch up with his team. I opened the paper bag, the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon filling the air. I took a bite and found myself smiling stupidly from the sweetness of the pastry.

“Same thing.” Emma couldn't stop smiling even though every now and then she still caught herself remembering the kiss. She picked up her phone again and looked at her follower count. “Maybe I could try one video.” Chloe's eyes lit up. “Really?” “One.” “That's all I needed.” Chloe jumped off the stool. “Come on.” Emma looked confused. “Where are you going?” “To get your first video ready.” “Chloe, I haven't even decided what I'm making.” “That's easy. Cinnamon rolls.” Emma shook her head. “Everyone makes cinnamon rolls.” “But yours are good.” Chloe pointed toward the kitchen. “And people already know about them.” Emma looked toward the counter. “I do have some ingredients.” “Perfect.”

Chapter 21: Cinnamon rolls and coffee date Gwen Six months into our marriage, I was kneading dough for cinnamon rolls when my phone rang. The dough was sticky and warm under my hands, mixed with butter and sugar and that perfect amount of cinnamon that made the whole kitchen smell like Christmas morning. I wiped flour on my apron and checked the screen. Nico's name flashed. My heart jumped. We'd been texting, but we hadn't actually spoken since that painful conversation before the wedding.

“Have you found your mate yet, Preston?” “No. I’ve been looking for her, too.” He let out an exasperated sound that had my curiosity skyrocketing. “There’s a scent in your territory that fascinates me.” “Oh? Is there? What does it smell like?” I asked. “Vanilla and cinnamon.” I let out a little laugh as I began to dig at the spot. “When we get home, I’ll introduce you to her.” “You know who she is?” I nodded. “Of course I do! She recently helped me out with an important project. She’s a wonderful woman.”