Cupcake Diaries Graphic Novels 소설 & 이야기

I can hear some faint clinking of things, might be a teacup in a saucer or the tableware but— who would eat in the library at this hour? “Hello? Is anyone inside?” I asked, knocking at the door. “Come in.” said a familiar voice. I opened the door fully and I saw Drew sitting at corner of the library, holding a book in one hand and a teacup in the other. On the table in front of him lies the cupcakes— strawberry cupcakes to be exact— one that has very little icing but has a ton of candied strawberries on top. I immediately drooled upon seeing it. But got more concerned as to why Drew is here, holding a book, with a frown in his face. His lips were so thin and his eyes darted on the letter on

In front of the café, a signage with the drawing of a smiling cauldron was carved on a golden plate adorned with cobwebs. Matilda swallowed the cupcake in one go; her face which almost lost its flesh showed how her still-intact teeth munched down the velvet pastry down to her bony throat. “I miss having you here, girlie. I wanted to show you this place, but the next thing I knew, you went into vacation with your d-i-l-f.”

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Not as in sleeping through your birthday but sleeping through a whole year. I grazed my fingers over my cappuccino to get warmth from it. I looked through my bag and got the scrapbook that Courtney made me. I put my cappuccino aside and let out a breath before grazing my fingers over the cover. Decorated with my name and hers. Glitter sprinkles, colorful paper, and letter cutouts decorated it even a few drawings of flowers and hearts. I smiled softly as I decided to give reading it another try. I opened to page one and saw a picture of Courtney smiling with Aaron in the background not knowing what was going on. I smiled at it and read what it said.

Then suddenly, Hunter took out a chocolate cupcake from his pocket. “Tada!” he exclaimed. “I have cupcake!” He proudly announced. From the passenger seat, Edgar looked back at Hunter with an awe. “Wow! You are really the best, Hunter! Joel, do you want to have some cupcake?” Hunter and Edgar stared at Joel. With opened mouth, as if he found this absurd, Joel shook his head. “No thanks. As a manly werewolf, I decline to fill myself with sweet delicacies and let myself be slave of...”

I gave a half smile as I kept aside three CD plates having images and soundtracks of Brian. When I fondled further into the cupboard I could find a sizable diary, which had Brian’s name scribbled on it. Upon seeing the diary, I was puzzled and took it out “Welcome To My… Little Secret…” I read the first note on the dairy, and raised a brow when I flipped through pages to realize the uncountable secret he had written down. I am Scribbling down these little secrets in explicit sentences;

Gianna and her brothers, devour the cakes like hungry lions even having some staining their mouth. “Take it easy Gianna, there are still many more.” I scold Gianna as she’s trying to shove a full cupcake into her mouth. Sunny laughs. “Would you blame her? The cake is just too yummy. Grayson where the hell did you learn this from?” “From one of mummy’s cookbook.” Grayson replied enthusiastically as he happily eats his cupcake. “Well, You know what I think?” Sunny asks smiling. “I don’t think the writer of that cookbook would make a cupcake this delicious. It’s all you. You would make such an incredible chef and a charmer.” Sunny throws a wink at Grayson making him laugh.

“They’re perfect. Just like you.” “I’m glad you like them. I burned the first batch.” I grab the tray while Anya makes coffee, and before I set the cupcakes down on the coffee table, I pop another one into my mouth. I look at my mother. “I missed your honey cake with pineapple.” “I’ll make one as soon as I’ve unpacked.” Anya comes into the living room and places the tray down beside the cupcakes. “Help yourselves. I didn’t add sugar and cream.” Mama pats the cushion beside her. “Come sit.”

Noah wades in and to my surprise, agrees with me. “How about you and I do something together, let….” And I have to swallow my pride and also the gut wrenching feeling of actually calling him this. “…Mummy and Daddy catch up on some emails. Candice gave me a cupcake recipe…we could try that?” Candice had actually left a few printed on my bed spread the day we were leaving. I got the hint. I couldn’t bake but I could eat cake. How hard can it be? “You want to make cupcakes with me?” Her faces turns angelic all of a sudden. Hmm I’m not convinced. I think she had the means to send me to an early grave. I don’t think angels do that, only little demons.

______ Later that day, the sun had dropped below the university’s western boundary, leaving the campus wrapped in a crisp, autumn chill. Caelith walked toward the campus bookstore, her boots dragging slightly against the pavement. Her head ached from the sheer weight of the secrets she was carrying, her throat still stinging beneath the wool scarf. She needed to lose herself in something mundane a textbook order, a routine syllabus check, anything that tasted like the normal life she was losing. As she entered the warmth of the shop’s entryway, her eyes drifted toward the large cork bulletin board mounted beside the register. Usually, she wouldn't pay attention to the chaotic mess of flyers