Cupcake Diaries Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Sleeping in their beds. A unicorn diary with a lock that popped right open. I didn’t even have to search for the key. Those pages full of looping, curling handwriting, hearts hovering above all the ‘i’s’, spelling out sad words. A plastic Tupperware stashed under a bed, filled with moldy cupcakes and half-opened chocolate slabs, all the edges nibbled at like a night squirrel with clever hands. The word PIGLET taped to the lid, scrawled out in big block letters. Not my box and not my name, but even I felt a little insulted.

Below the cupcakes, there were some bottles of strawberry crush. As he kept digging further, he discovered many some flavored treats like wafers, pocky sticks, candies, and much more. The last thing he pulled out was a fluffy strawberry shaped pillow. it had a winking expression and pouty lips. He turned it around to find a sticky note which read, "I'm sorry" in tiny handwriting.

So weird. I feel a sudden push on my back and I turn to see Jessica standing there, looking radiant and energetic. "Go on! Open it!" she urges me and I nod sheepishly. My eyebrows draw together in contemplation as I lift the lid of the box. My eyes follow the moment and they widen as soon I see what is inside. The cupcakes inside aren't the usual ones. They have some stuff written on them. Each cupcake has an individual word written on it, and when you join the words on all of the cupcakes together, they form a sentence.

Noah lets out a sigh in defeat and then places the sandwich back on the tray. He lifts the small lid off of a smaller plate and smiles when he sees a cupcake with rainbow sprinkles. He grabs the cupcake, peeling the paper from around the base then bringing it towards Jace's face. Jace's nose flares when he smells the sweetness of the icing. His eyes opened, curious about what it was he was smelling. Any other time, Jace would have smiled and happily grabbed the cupcake... But he just can't bring himself to eat. His stomach turns at the thought.

I also made a mental note to ask her about the origin of her weird name. She appeared at the door without as much as a sound. I gasped in shock seeing her there with a tray of freshly baked cupcakes. The cakes smelled so good but they had an odd color. They were purple. My favorite color but I still wouldn’t touch them with a fifty-inch pole. I wouldn’t touch them if I was chained to a fifty-inch pole and left under the full blast of the sun’s heat. I wouldn’t touch them if the fifty-inch pole was brutally rammed continuously in and out my tight pus-

FLASHBACK; I walk with smiles toward the kitchen to meet Zori. Dominic whom I was playing video games with and intentionally allowing to win, finally fell asleep after several rounds. Just as I approach the kitchen I stop suddenly on my tracks when I hear her say over the phone. 'I still haven't find my diary, Cassy. Also I've not heard anything from the people at that Cafe and it's weighing me down in a way.' Did she just say Diary? Cafe? Is this what I'm thinking it is?

"See," "You made cupcakes,” He said. “They look nice," "Won't you try them out?” She tilted her head to the side. “Nana taught me how to make nice cupcakes. I’m sure you'll love them. I made them all in different flavors," "No, thanks,” He pecked her cheeks. “I don't take sugar," "At all?” She asked, her mood dropping. "Nope," He smiled at her. “Okay, let’s do this,” He pinched her cheeks when he noticed her foul mood. “Why don't you package them for me? I’ll have them all tomorrow at the warehouse,"

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

“we have a lot to talk about in our future, but immediately Im discharged we are getting married, i don’t want to risk leaving this world without marrying you “. “Me neither “, I held his cheek and kissed his lips. They were chapped and dry and barely hydrated, but they were alive. I looked at him in his eyes with a future and hope too. “I love you Charlie “. “I love you too Mason “. A/N We have officially come to an end of this Era Please do well to check on my other books. With love. Ceejhay Jones❤️

Whatever it was, I found myself too aware of how handsome he was. "Diana Wilson," he said, easing into the chair opposite me, "happy birthday." I blinked. "Birthday?" From his leather bag, he pulled out a small cupcake neatly wrapped. He set it on the table between us. I stared at it as though it were a mirage. In here, days blurred into one another. No calendars. No celebrations. Only the sun and moon reminded us whether it was day or night. "What day is it?" I whispered. "April 26th," he said softly, as though he wanted me to believe time still mattered. He pulled out a tiny decorative candle, lit it with a silver lighter, and placed it atop the cupcake. "Make a wish, Diana. Blow it out."