Cupcake Nightmare Novels & Stories

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Scarlett ran into the kitchen and pulled out the tray of cupcakes, which were, indeed, dry as a bone. I sighed. “Sorry, I was distracted.” “I noticed. What’s gotten into you?” I wanted to say Taylor’s tongue and fingers, but instead, I shrugged and stood up straighter, brushing invisible crumbs off my apron. “I just didn’t sleep well. A lot on my mind.” “Well, do you think you could put us making these cupcakes in your mind? We need thirty-five more monarch butterflies made out of gum paste, and unless you want to do that, I’m going to be busy.”

She smiled innocently, "nothing much. I just want to get a cupcake." I watch I take one of my precious cupcake and takes a tiny bite out if it. She squeezes her face and horridly spits it out; all over my tray of cupcakes and some landing on me. My jaw hang open as I stare at myself and my now germ filled creation. "Eww, how can you sell those to the public? They're absolutely horrible and terrible. You, you should be arrested this is food poisoning." She throws hers to the ground and steps on it crushing it.

He seems unsatisfied with what he finds, tossing papers back in. It takes a few moments for what he’s said to sink into my mind. “Wait, what do you mean by that? What did you do Jake?” “I spiked the cupcakes.” I gape at him, unsure I heard him right at first. The more he stares at me, deadpan, I realise that this is no joke. With cupcake crumbs still lingering around Kael’s lips, it’s obvious no natural causes put him in this state. I just don’t understand how he got passed me to slip the drug in.

Brie argued. Vivian held up a spoon. “I literally had to scrape icing off the wall. That should count as two extra trays.” “Ten it is,” I said with a tired laugh. It felt good—this messy, stupid chaos. The kind that didn’t hurt. The kind that made you forget everything else for a while. Luna had finally given up and curled beneath the table like a defeated war general. A cupcake sat balanced between her paws, untouched. “I don’t want to eat any of them,” Brie said, looking over the spread. “They’re too pretty. I feel like I’d be destroying art.”

Maya’s mum had set up her stall: pastel tablecloths, cute labels, trays piled high with cupcakes and flaky pastries that could hypnotize a starving man. “Maya, Charlotte! You’re late,” her mum called, but she smiled as she said it. “Blame Charlotte,” Maya said instantly. I slapped her arm. “This gremlin woke up five minutes before we left!” Her mum laughed. “Both of you, wash your hands and help pack orders.” We jumped into the table handing out cupcakes, arranging donut boxes, explaining that no, the icing was not sugar free, and no, the pies did not come with ‘buy one get four free’ no matter how hard one aunty negotiated.

Waiting for the guests to come around and taste the masterpiece that she made, pouring all her heart into these beautiful cupcakes. The parties concluded several hours later after the bomb announcement that the fiance was missing from the party. Even though the party ended in a foul taste, not for her cupcakes. Her Iris Divine Cupcakes were running out. The guests loved her cupcakes. They took several videos and pictures of her state of art cupcakes and Iris was sure that they would flood her I*******m account with some of the free advertisements from the ever update-socialites. Her box of name cards was running out as well because they took the name card and stated that they might be called

Totally messed up. We had to find cupcake, the sooner, the better.

“She is my son’s classmate and best friend, and since we went to get cupcakes together, I decided to bring her back home instead.” The woman scoffed. “Cupcakes? You gave my daughter cupcakes?” her face twisted in rage. Janette was confused. “Yes, I did. What’s bad about eating cupcakes?” The woman made a barfing sound and glared daggers at Janette. “I don’t care who you are, but stay away from my daughter. Who says cupcakes aren’t dangerous? I want my daughter to be the most beautiful baby in this neighborhood and giving her cupcakes isn’t going to help that. Do you want her teeth to get rotten, huh? What do you want people to say when they see a very beautiful woman like me with an ugly chi

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And