Cinnamoroll Novels & Stories

God, this is awkward. "Giuzde, why are you guys so quiet?" Said the girl beside him. She had wavy, jade-green hair which she had tied in a high ponytail, and her chocolate brown eyes seemed to hold so much warmth just like how she smiled at me. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Belladonna. My name is Rosellia Laurel, you may call me Rose or Lia. I'm in my third year. I am one of the Pillars and is known as Jade Mantis."

Jai commented, leaning back slightly from the surprising smell. Rin laughed lightly, seemingly not bothered at all by the smell. “Yes. It has to be strong to repel the monsters.” Darrion covered his nose and frowned in discomfort. “It smells kind of sour. What’s it made of?” “Fire Rat’s tail, Crusty Lemonia, Verdant Blush, and Drosaria’s Tongue,” she answered flawlessly. Those were Greek to Jai’s ears who didn’t know anything about those things. Though he ever heard about the Fire Rat tail when he was at Teacher Enji’s class. But those things seemed to ring in his friend’s ears, because the blonde hummed in acknowledgement.

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.

Then continued turning the roasting meat. Cain looked down at the cup of wine in his hand. A single, impossibly fine fragment of rosemary leaf clung to the rim. He found Luna in the crowd. She was sitting on the side of the long table closest to the campfire, a cup of mulled wine cradled in her fingers. The two wolf fangs at her wrists lightly tapping against each other. He walked over, sat down beside her, placed his wine cup on the table. Did not speak. Cedarwood pheromones drifted over, impossibly light, impossibly faint, settled against the suppressant patch at her nape. Tangled silently with lily of the valley.

The creature, less menacing in the grams staring right at us. “I don't know what it is Brad, but I keep drawing it__today it felt real in my dream, terrible even. It…” Brad pulled me close, his eyes fixed on the painting. “It's a Monogroth.” ****** AUTHOR'S POV Ariana flinched as Jasmine rubbed her neck with the ointment. “I'm sorry my Luna, I had to add some cinnamon to make the effect last longer.” “It's okay, but you need to stop calling Luna, we can't risk anyone knowing the truth.” Ariana said.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

I tried to refocus on my journal. As he settled next to me, a comforting warmth emanated from his arms, enveloping me like a protective blanket. The distinct, spicy aroma of cinnamon drifted through the air. Instinctively, I drew in a deep breath, letting the fragrance fill my lungs and linger in my mind. My cheeks flushed slightly, a warm blush spreading across my skin, fully aware of his steady gaze fixed upon me, noticing every subtle reaction. “I'm Yaris. Yaris Winterborne.”

I'm certainly not. "I can tell you have a good humor, American Girl." Great so now he already has some kind of nickname for me. Not very original I have to say. The fragrance he is wearing envelops me, its a mix of cinnamon and citrus. I breathe in deeply to inhale it some more.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

“Okay let's give our lollipod a little bite and tell what color they have,'' Cassandra announced and everyone started digging into their dessert. “White.. White, purple... Yellow… red '' the colors just came in but there was no pink or blue. “I've got blue.'' Cassandra turned to the voice and Karim was coming down the stairs with a blue-colored lollipop cake. “And I have pink” Emani came from the other end.