Cupcake Diaries Graphic Novels の小説・ストーリー

He was now standing beside me observing my every movement. "I never knew that you can make cupcakes. You never told me that." "Well, I thought you knew everything about me," I narrowed my eyes on him remembering his words last night. "I missed out on this part, obviously." He pinched on my cheek. "Actually, I was the one who starts the idea of selling cupcakes in Scarlet's coffee shop and I taught her how to do it. We started selling it in a small amount at first then when it got more requests day by day we decided to make it as one of the coffee shop's signature desserts." I told him the small secret that he seems not aware of.

The book he, her old bestie had bought for her. It was a simple gift for her 14th birthday, 10 years ago. It was the last birthday he had spent with her. Or rather, the last day. He left her a small note that she noticed a few hours after his family had left. They were celebrating her birthday with her family as they were like one family. Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from.

she huffed. "Well, nothing goes best together like coffee and books,” Dmitri shrugged. “it's hard to beat the luxury of a leisurely cup of coffee with the Decadence D’Or cupcake, the local version …. oh so utterly divine – least of all when your surroundings are as decadent as the snacks you're enjoying," he grinned before clocking off from the hospital and going to his favourite, cozy place to nurse a cup of coffee in one hand and a thrilling novel in another.

The handsome boy looked at the cake and saw that it was decorated with tiny figurines of roses , lines, and chibbi figures dancing across the lines . " Are you serious ? " said the handsome boy . " Pardon ? " said Ayla confussed . " What's with these decorations ?! Are these made casually ?! I am sure I ordered for the cake to be extremely luxurious . Who the hell was the one that did the decoration of this cake ? " said the handsome boy with an annoyed and displeased expressed . " I was the one who did it . " said Ayla .

raising his hands . Heaven. ..thats all i though when i saw the thing in his hands . No diamonds nor gold is compared to it ... CUP CAKES !!!!!! It hit me like a alarm. I jumped looking at those 6 cupcakes . 3 were red velvet and 3 were dark chocolate. "Oh my godd......i love you bro ." He sighted ... "Ya ...after lecturing me " I kissed him on the cheek and opened up the box only to be greeted by the amazing smell of chocolate.

Benji was to my back and kissed my shoulder while he offered me the chocolate chip cupcake. "I'm saving myself for my honey bun bun." I grinned and thank him for the cupcake, then let out a delicious moan as my teeth sink into the moist chocolaty heaven. "Gemma has been telling us about that, I think you should write a memoir for all of your stalker friends out there. I can already see the outline, how to bed your object of desire." Jacqueline was quick to comment while scrolling on her phone. Ben laughed, taking off the apron and placed the fresh batch of cupcakes. Then he was back to busying himself by making the white Russian coffee.

I angled the cupcake to the side, bit into the moist spongy cake. Flavors exploded on my tongue. I hadn't even known that cinnamon cupcakes were a thing, but I was going to start buying them by the fucking truckload. The sweetest hint of vanilla merged with the spice as I took another bite. Leaning back in my chair, I cracked my knee against the edge of the drawer. "Fuck!" I rubbed the sore spot. A thought slid through my mind. As it landed, I felt sick to my stomach. The delicious treat soured immediately.

Everyday was pretty much the same - get to the bakery at five in the morning, begin preparations for the pastries, and then open at six, in time for those going to work to stop by and buy to-go cups of coffee, or, and some pastries. Today, however, was different, Germaine was excited because she had gotten some good news the day before which put her in an excellent mood. It was something she had been seeking for almost a year now and it had practically fallen into her laps. She could not keep her yahoo's to a minimum today. Matter of fact, full blown-out dancing followed them. Add the heat from the oven to the equation and you had an excited person.

Mia’s POV~ I sat at the dining table, the surface buried beneath scattered papers. Scribbled recipes filled one page after another, chocolate tarts, lemon drizzle cakes, rustic sourdoughs. Beside them were rough sketches of logos I had attempted in the margins, lopsided drawings of cupcakes and swirling fonts that never looked quite right. Next to that, clumsy lists of costs stared back at me with unforgiving numbers. Flour, sugar, butter, rent, equipment, the sums never seemed to balance. My fingers drummed against the wood in a restless rhythm, as though the tapping might summon answers I couldn’t find.

I stopped in the stationery department, I'm not even sure why, but I felt like a magnet, being pulled towards the bright, cheerful colours of the notebooks and pens, each with designs of foods dressed up as happy, smiling characters. I flipped through a stack of notebooks until I found one with a cupcake printed on the cover, its cute little grin reminding me of my own Cupcake. I found the matching pen and then discovered there was an entire set that could be made up from rulers, pencil cases and erasers. I may still be seething with anger about our fight, but I also knew that we'd come through this. I wanted to be the reason she smiled, not the cause of her tears.