Cupcake Diaries Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

“Seems like it.” “Alrighty.” Nancy moved to the display case and placed two cream puffs into a white paper box. Folding the lid inward, she explained, “Sush doesn’t take more caffeine when she’s stressed like that. In the last few months when she looked like she was losing it, I normally treated her to one of these babies or matcha cupcakes. Since the cupcakes are sold out, this is our only option.” As Nancy jabbed the numbers on the cash register, she asked, “She sent you to get them?” “No,” Greg replied curtly, placing a note on the counter and saying, “Keep the change.”

He slipped back into the kitchen, quietly putting the box of cupcakes on the counter. He eyed the box and then towards the bedroom. She wouldn't mind if he had just one, would she? He could smell how good they were, and besides, he would be able to purchase more later when she was awake. Jacob shrugged, opened the box, and pulled out one of the cupcakes. The rich mocha flavor hit him immediately as soon as he took a bite. It was delicious—just the right sweetness with the perfect coffee kick. He devoured it in nothing flat, savoring every crumb. One more wouldn't hurt.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Chapter 44 – The Cupcake That Changed Everything Chris’s POV I used to start my mornings with meetings, spreadsheets, and endless phone calls. Every day felt the same: rush to the office, rush through tasks, rush home. It was a life of constant motion, but never much emotion. Now? Now I start my day with a cupcake.

*He caught her wrist before she could slip out the door, spun her back against the oak panel, and pressed his hard cock against her soaked pussy through her clothes. *“You think you can walk into my lecture smelling like sin and leave untouched?” His voice was gravel and smoke.* “Not today, sweetheart. I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck that tight little cunt until you scream.” My knees nearly buckled. My pussy clenched violently, fresh wetness soaking through my panties. Those were the exact words I’d read hours ago. Sir Dominic’s words. I scrolled up with shaking fingers. The file name: *Bound by the Bell Curve – Vol. 2 – Draft 4*. Desktop folder: SD Vol2 Drafts.

I glanced down and frowned. "I never asked for them heated." Panic instantly spread across her face. She bit her lip, clearly at a loss, before finally forcing herself to speak. "I'm sorry. Lucas only ever eats them fresh out of the oven, so I subconsciously just…" I almost laughed out loud. Was she trying to declare that she knew Lucas's habits better than I did? Such a cheap form of provocation. Truthfully, I had been the original regular customer at this bakery. I'd even gotten myself one of their black-gold VIP cards.

I settle on a cupcake recipe, one easy enough to make without causing a ruckus, but complicated enough to keep my mind off Gina and Noah. It's past six when I finally come up for air. A tray of chocolate cupcakes sits on the counter, steaming gently and filling the kitchen with the smell of cocoa. I reach to move it somewhere high enough that Steak can't get to it, when my eyes catch on a lone fortune cookie lying by the takeout bag, probably left over from Fiona's dinner. I pick it up and crack it open, squinting to read the writing. *LIVE BRAVELY*, the white slip of paper says, in sprawling cursive.

I was about to get inside the car when one of my guards saw a paper on the windshield of my car. “Let me see.” I said and asked for the paper. The cupcake is good -C I don’t know why but it suddenly made me feel a little happy and made me smile, I know it’s Chaos well and he's the only one I gave a cupcake to. He’s not as rude as I see, well I hope so he’s really not.

UNKNOWN POV DEAR DIARY, She grows beautiful each and every passing day. It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror, I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me. She is mine, Diary. Mineee! Oh, it won’t be long now…

I laughed hard at that one, while Prince Aidinth and Elliot just shook their heads and chuckled. After dessert, Princess Chloe and I cleaned the kitchen together while the Elliot and his dad started greeting alliance members and their mates. Princess Chloe and I started placing platters of cupcakes and cookies down the center of the conference room table and I made sure we had plenty of coffee and a pot of hot water on the coffee station. Alpha Damien and Luna Abby walked in while I was setting things up and she gasped, “These look amazing! Elisa, did you make all this?” I nodded, “I did. I worked on them all afternoon. I know brains function better when they have a little sugar boost, so I