Cupcake Nightmare Novels & Stories

I said, my voice rough from sleep and suspicion. Delia plopped the tray down in my lap like she was presenting a peace offering. “I made the cupcake myself,” she said sweetly, which meant the maid probably did it while Delia supervised with a glass of wine. I looked down at it. Vanilla with white frosting and one lonely candle jammed in the center like a warning flare. “Blow it out,” my dad said cheerfully, but his eyes were doing that thing they always did when he was nervous, darting around like they were looking for an exit.

I shake her hand and get up "I'm going to sleep in another room, tomorrow we'll talk." "It's okay, I can handle it" he gets up and surprises me by wrapping us in an agonizing, painful and desperate kiss "Good night, even if I know that none of us will sleep tonight" he plants a kiss on my forehead and lets go of me. I go back upstairs thinking that today was supposed to be one of the best days of my life and it has turned into my personal nightmare.

"I'm glad to think that their decision will be different. That's what I plan to do, to challenge them because I know that some of them will not agree to kill that girl and that's what I'm waiting for." "But boss how will that happen?" They looked evil and threw their fountain pen towards the man. His forehead started to bleed, it wasn't deep but the man could feel the pain. "Just shut up! Because they're about to be disbanded..." _ "Zera, what we're going to eat?" Clayton asked as he appeared in the kitchen. Zera didn't say anything to him. At this time they have forgotten the incident because of the current events that are happening now. "We're ours. You cook yours," said Nash who was at th

“Seems like it.” “Alrighty.” Nancy moved to the display case and placed two cream puffs into a white paper box. Folding the lid inward, she explained, “Sush doesn’t take more caffeine when she’s stressed like that. In the last few months when she looked like she was losing it, I normally treated her to one of these babies or matcha cupcakes. Since the cupcakes are sold out, this is our only option.” As Nancy jabbed the numbers on the cash register, she asked, “She sent you to get them?” “No,” Greg replied curtly, placing a note on the counter and saying, “Keep the change.”

As soon as I made it in the door, Zaria begins to tell me that today wasn't going to get any better. I took a deep breathe and prepared myself for the mountain of bad news. "What happened?" I asked. "We mixed up two orders again and the big oven has gone out." She replied. I just couldn't believe my day. I went in my office and closed the door. I needed a moment to get myself together. I called my delivery guys and sent them back to the events they had delivered the cupcakes. I had them both switch addresses and had them deliver to the right customers. At this point was fustrated. I had to pause a minute. I felt a small headache coming on. I still needed the oven fixed.

Veranda said gruffly. Milli nodded, “I won’t. I refuse to feed her addiction to drama. So, we have 1000 plain vanilla cupcakes as ordered and the Faculty Raffle cake. I wasn’t given anything but the picture, so it is romantic pink champagne chiffon with sliced strawberries and white chocolate ganache filling. I tried to make it look as nice as I could.” Veranda peeked in the cake box and smiled broadly, “It is lovely, and it sounds as if it will taste like it was made for angels.” Veranda handed her an envelope when Milli gave her the receipt.

I could hear my heart pounding inside my chest and my vein thumping in my throat. "So before taking another wrong step think about your little friend here," he spoke. He had filled the remaining distance between us and towered over me. I looked at Claire, who was staring back at me. This man has destroyed everything of me before and now, he was back to destroy me. You must be wondering who this man was and why was he after me. So, let's start from the beginning. This story began about a year ago. On my birthday night, that night which became my worst nightmare. I remember it as if it only happened yesterday.

Natalia's Pov Chocolate and lemons—that smell… It's really Dominic. My heart skipped a beat. What was he doing behind the pack house at a time like this, when our wedding hour was drawing closer? My brows furrowed in confusion. “What the hell, uncle? How could you be this cruel—marrying my mate?” My stomach tightened the moment I recognized Shane's voice. What the hell was happening? Not wanting either of them to notice me, I slipped behind a massive stone water basin.

The moment my best friend appeared on the screen inside my closet, it felt as though every drop of blood in my body froze. Only then did I suddenly remember that day. Out of nowhere, she had asked me to go buy her favorite pastries from the east side of the city for her. I had stood in line for three full hours to get it, and the heels I wore rubbed my feet raw with blisters. My whole body trembled with rage. Not only had Lucas betrayed me, but even my best friend had stabbed me in the back. On the screen, Lucas wrapped his arms around Lucy and said indulgently, "What's mine is yours. Why are you being so polite with me?"