Cupcake Nightmare Novels & Stories

Sighing, I slowly head for the kitchen and over to where my tiny 1 cup coffee machine now sat, making what I liked to call my happy juice as I move to brew my cup of coffee for the day for ever since leaving the safety of the compound I had slowly began having recurring nightmares that steamed back from when I was child. Nightmares that had always left me screaming in the middle of the night until they became a distant memory to me, my dreams then filled with images of Lucus and the others that would eventually lead me into a moaning mess as my core flooded with need. Biting my lip I eventually move to shove everything aside before finally leaving the house, unaware that today would be the d

Her cupcakes did not stain the paper bag this way, and her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to recall if she’d mixed up her orders, except that couldn’t be right; Chantie had asked if she wanted her regular and she’d nodded, before heading off to wait her turn. Everything fell into place, however, as soon as she got to her office, closing the door on her two assistants, before setting her Birkin on the table and unfurling the paper bag to find three of the biggest, most greasy jam donuts she’d ever seen, and Camille had just made up her mind to call Project when her eyes caught a two alphabets written in loopy script. N… I… She couldn’t make out the rest of it as the grease had effectively spr

I called out, pushing in back all the tears threatening to spill, "Am I missing something here? You made me a beautiful cupcake that blew my mind, and your little notes made me fall more in-love with you. And now you are acting all weird, what's going on?" "Did you really think I made the cupcakes?" He burst out into a series of laughter, his voice resounding off the walls. "I simply called one of the chefs in the kitchen and got them to bake the cupcake. And that whole box shaped like a ten-storey building, I got off YouTube." Why would I waste my energy on a slave?" "What? Did you just call me a slave?" I asked, shocked. The other words he had said passed through my other ear immediately.

She thought to herself. She picked up two utensils and jammed them together it made a loud sound that it woke up Darrell and Pontius who was sleeping, the sound made them startled, and they woke up with the fear of losing balance on their seats and falling down. Alyssa, Berk, and Maliah laughed hysterically. Maliah clears her throat. "And it is finally over, there you have it my very own sweetened special cupcakes, for everyone," "Now who's next?" Pontius asked looking at everyone else.

Not tonight. “Hey,” Eli said suddenly. “You hungry?” I blinked. “I mean... I could eat.” “Perfect,” he said, standing and stretching. “We’re making pancakes.” “At night?” “Sad girl pancakes,” he smirked. “A sacred tradition I just made up. But it’s going to heal your soul. Ty, you in?” Ty stood. “Only if I get to make the syrup.” I let out a tiny laugh. And honestly? It was the first real one I’d had all day.

But this time alone, he doesn't think he's going to make it. Rolling over and over during the night, waking up finally in a cold sweat of nightmares with his parents and KYOLINE. Choking out of the bed, he tries to rid his mind of the image of slaughtered KYOLINE dying under Carmine's boot. Fucking Carmine Cicconi. Waking with bleary eyes, he knows he must get up, and with leaden feet, he makes his way downstairs. The scent of hot pancakes fills the air as DAMON and L'OREAL discuss breakfast at the table and DEBORAH prods at her phone with determined vehemence.

Most of our high school friends didn’t even look happy to see me. “Sylvia, today is your wedding anniversary and Greg forgot? Does that mean he still hasn’t gotten over Arias?” someone asked.“They say men never get over their first love,” another added. “Guys please,” someone said, trying to lighten the mood. “Let’s play a game—Spin and Dare!” “Yesss, that sounds fun!” they shouted. The bottle spun and landed right in front of Arias. “I dare you to kiss anybody in this room.”

Gid, I knocked several times—-Ow," he said as he noticed the woman lying on the bed. "Nah, Uncle, I don't even know who she is, believe me," Gideon says, scratching his brow. Sam took a big breath, saying, "Never mind, go fix this and I'll come back to you later." and exited the room. Gideon nodded and looked at the woman. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how long he could distract himself from a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life. He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade.

“If I hadn’t found a way to shut you up. I bet you’d have screamed more. “ He suddenly says and my face turns red when I’m reminded of the five-minute hot make out we had earlier. It was his mouth against mine and his hands squeezing and caressing my thighs, but it was enough to have my mind in a state of fuzziness throughout the rest of the movie. I’ve always wanted to do that at a cinema. Being sneaky and doing things I shouldn’t be doing. That make out with Alex felt exactly like what I’ve always wanted to feel. Sly. Fun. Hot. I clear my throat as a means of changing the topic. “So, did you enjoy the movie? It did not scare you a bit?” He chuckles as we stop before his bike. “I’m only sca

Within me, I wanted her, I didn't want her, and at the same time, I wanted Lily, but at the same time, I was afraid to choose Lily over her mother because I didn't want Lily to have to grow up without her. I made the decision to continue down the same road that I had started on, so I went to the bar and asked for a cup. After that, I rapped on the cup to get the attention of the other people in the room, and then I announced, "I have some exciting news that I want to share with you all."