Novel & Cerita Cupcake Nightmare

“Just go for a moderate size next time. Look at how petite you are. Wait, shouldn’t you be nursing a broken heart right now?” She was right. I needed something to distract my mind. Baking cupcakes would do. I got to work immediately. It was working; I was transferring all my anger to the flour. Nicki’s voice came again. “Hmmmm… If heartbreak can make my best friend bake cupcakes this delicious, then I’m all in for it. This tastes so good.” “Huh?” Her voice snapped me back to reality. Oh my God! When did I bake this many cupcakes? The whole counter was filled with them.

No matter how little she consumed, it had the same effect on her. The hall was soon covered in low mummers. I don't care about them. I can't watch Lydia hurt herself. Still under my gaze, she took another bite. “See?” She said, taking her hand to the side, the fork almost sliding off. “I'm fine. Please stop this embarrassment this moment.” She said, but I shook my head, my eyes widening in shock at her boldness. My brain supplied me with a memory, further strengthening my fear. She had eaten pastry bought by Zoe, who didn't know about her allergies then. The pastry contained nuts, and she ended up at the hospital.

“Perhaps when you finally wake up and you are feeling better, we can have a picnic on the grass. Nina can make her famous cupcakes.” I swallow hard. My mouth feels completely dry. “They are unbelievably good, Betty. The cupcakes just melt right in your mouth. The taste is incredible.” I reach out. My fingers hover over her cold, limp hand. I do not touch her. I cannot risk breaking the spell of her quiet breathing. “I know you loved the pancakes that she made for you with the maple syrup. But these cupcakes are a class above. Truly.” A floorboard creaks outside the room. I do not look up.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

'You know you're my number one. 'So, that's why you shagged that little tart then, is it?' I raked the brush through my hair harder, hard enough for my scalp to yelp. 'Is that what this is about?' I wanted to tell him not to be so bloody stupid. Star Adams and her Oscar-worthy orgasmic performance was the last thing on my mind right then, but what else could I say? Actually, babe, I've just had some Matrix-freak creature try to suck my flesh into a fiery void of Hell and I'm so fucking terrified I'm losing my mind that I'm thinking of swallowing as many pills as I can just to blot it all out?

Her voice was that mix of panic and resignation I’d heard far too often lately. “Unplug it before it explodes!” I yelled back, my forehead pressed against the cool glass of the display case. I hadn’t slept. Not really. I’d been up since three, frosting cupcakes for a wedding that got postponed without notice. I’d downed three espressos, skipped breakfast, and the tremor in my hands hadn’t stopped since. The shop smelled like vanilla and cinnamon and something else, something bitter. Desperation, maybe. Or burnt hope.

“Why did I hic—trust anything called ‘spiced rum velvet swirl’? Oh, was that the hic—name? Who names a cupcake like that, any—hic—way? She paused, panting. “And Dudz! He told me not to drink! Hic—He warned me… And now I’m drunk off a fruit salad! Who gets drunk off fruit?” She could feel tears threatening to spill. Was it the alcohol? The betrayal? The slow, creeping doom of dignity loss? “I just wanna sleep in 305,” she whispered after a while, feeling the exhaustion all over her. 305… 305… Was it 305? Or 306? 315? Wait. Was it even this floor?

Liam asked, frown lines appearing on his forehead. “Selling cupcakes was one way to earn something to make ends meet.” Anna stared at the space, recalling her life here. “Donations weren’t enough to sustain all seventy of us, so Sister Isabel, our superior, came up with the idea that we sell cupcakes. The kitchen baked them, and then we helped sell them, knocking on people's doors. Every one of us had a daily quota for the cupcakes. If you didn’t manage to sell anything, you were to be into the list of shame that was posted at the announcement board for everyone to see. Being in the list of shame was the most dreadful experience for anyone here.” “I am so sorry you had to experience that.” L