Cupcake Diaries Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

“Said it was ‘too niche.’ It’s a graphic novel about queer surrealist poets in the 1920s. How is that niche? It’s essential.” Sienna, who lived her life avoiding conflict and certainly never described anything as “essential,” felt a strange spark ignite in her chest. “That sounds… amazing,” she said, and meant it. Daisy’s smile widened, transforming her face. “Right? See, you get it.” She looked Sienna up and down again, but this time it felt less like an assessment and more like an invitation. “I’m Daisy.” “Sienna.” “Sienna,” Daisy repeated, as if tasting the name. “Like the burnt orange pigment. Strong. Earthy.” She nodded, approving. “You hiding from the rain, Sienna?”

EPISODE 289 I couldn’t help the small smile that curved my lips. Reaching for the plate beside me, I picked up one of the cupcakes I had carefully made earlier, a strawberry-flavored one, topped with pale pink frosting. “They’re just cupcakes,” I said modestly as I held it out to him, placing it gently in front of his face. His eyes immediately dropped to it. I watched as his expression softened, a hint of anticipation flickering across his features. Without a word, he reached out and took the cupcake from my palm.

Too bold for her size. Just like her mother. God help me. “I wouldn’t dare trick the Queen of the D’evone empire,” I muttered, brushing a curl away from her face. “Chicken sandwich. Extra sauce. I’ll let Maria know.” She didn’t move. She narrowed her eyes. “And a unicorn diary. Pink. With glitter. Evelyn brought hers to school and it sings when you open it. I want one too.” I blinked. “You literally have six diaries. One even has your face on it.”

As he leaned back, something on the shelf behind me caught his eye. “Is that yours?” he asked, pointing at the pale pink notebook with cupcake stickers along the edge. I followed his gaze. “Oh, that? Yeah. It’s kind of dumb.” He reached over and picked it up before I could stop him, flipping through the pages carefully. His expression changed as he read, a slow lift of his brows, a curious narrowing of his eyes. There were handwritten recipes, clumsy diagrams of cake layers, and notes like “try less sugar next time” or “lemon zest makes it pop more.”

He said, “Actually, I was saving one for you, Theo.” They all laughed again because they weren’t sure if Sebastian was telling the truth or if he was just guilty of taking more than enough cupcakes. Celine was the first to take a bite. When she saw the filling, she exclaimed, “It’s a girl! The filling is pink!” “But how come mine is blue?” Theo asked, looking at the inside of his cupcake. Silas showed his cupcake. “Mine is blue as well.” “Mine is pink,” Xavier said. “Ah! It’s like Ali and Bastin!” Alice screamed. “Congratulations, you two!”

"Thanks." ༺❀༻༺❀༻༺❀༻ Cupcake is the cafe Vicky has worked at since freshman year. She uses almost all of her free time to pick up shifts here because the financial aid from her parents just isn't enough to sustain her. The weekends are always crazy, and she always ends up exhausted, so Nia and I started picking up weekend shifts with her sometime last year, mostly because it meant free pastries and an excuse to hang around each other more.

~~Madison~~ I ordered pizza, let a delivery guy tie me up and fuck me, and somehow ended up making a complete mess all over his face. And to think, it all started with me touching myself. My boyfriend had dumped me two months ago, and ever since then, I had buried myself in work. Not because I loved working that much, but because it was easier than sitting alone with the pain of having someone you loved look you in the eye and tell you he wasn't interested anymore because he'd found someone better.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE: THE THINGS DESIRE REMEMBERS AVA’S POV By the time morning came, I had made three cups of coffee, forgotten to drink two of them, and nearly thrown my phone out of the window. Whoever was behind the Sweet Rush messages had an irritating habit of appearing just when I began to feel normal again, and after last night’s photograph of the pendant, I was beginning to suspect that normal was something I would have to learn to live without. Liam found me in the kitchen, wearing one of Nate’s shirts and staring into a mug that had gone cold. He paused in the doorway, taking in my appearance with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “You know, most people put on actual clothes bef

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

A part of me felt that I would lose this if I turned my back now. “Okay, dear. Let me tell my son to show you the work.” She says. I nod my head and follow her to the back of the cafe. My eyes fall on this boy who was bent over a tray of cupcakes. He was icing them up with such ease that he made it look easy, and trust me when I said decorating cupcake the way he was doing it wasn’t easy. “William, say hi to Celeste, our new employee.” The lady, whose name I learned was Diana spoke.