Cupcake Nightmare Novels & Stories

I also made a mental note to ask her about the origin of her weird name. She appeared at the door without as much as a sound. I gasped in shock seeing her there with a tray of freshly baked cupcakes. The cakes smelled so good but they had an odd color. They were purple. My favorite color but I still wouldn’t touch them with a fifty-inch pole. I wouldn’t touch them if I was chained to a fifty-inch pole and left under the full blast of the sun’s heat. I wouldn’t touch them if the fifty-inch pole was brutally rammed continuously in and out my tight pus-

That stubborn idiot. Therefore, she was determined to make those cupcakes at least edible, to try to make him lower his guard a little again and be able to resume his plan where he had left off. However, when lifting the spatula from inside the bowl and realizing that that totally liquid mass was far from the impeccably creamy mixture that Morgan had taught her, Charlie realized that perhaps that plan was going to take longer than she expected. That was already her third attempt, and even so, she still hadn't even managed to get to the stage of putting the dough on the stove. The first attempt had turned into a kind of cement that made her decide to throw everything in the trash, including t

CHAPTER 26: The rain fell in a steady, mournful drizzle, blurring the world beyond the kitchen window into a watercolor wash of grey and green. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of vanilla and burned sugar. Keira stood at the counter, a smear of flour on her cheek, staring at the catastrophe in front of her. The cupcakes were lopsided. The icing had split. And the edible silver pearls she’d painstakingly applied now looked less like fairy dust and more like metallic acne.

She softly told her husband, “Honey, I don’t know if being a sharpshooter has anything to do with having a boy, but okay! I believe you.” “Does everyone have a cupcake?” The party host asked. “Please raise your cupcake, and let us take a bite together!” Everyone eagerly ate the cupcake. Abner, who was seated next to Anthony, said, “I have blue! It’s a boy?” “I have blue too,” Adrian echoed. Riley stared at her cupcake in confusion. Inside was a strawberry cream. She said, “How come my cupcake has a pink filling?” “Mine is pink too,” Samuel said.

It was so bad that the entertainment news website published an article, with the photo of Theo and Brit coming out from Landmark hotel, one of the Livingston’s franchise. When I think about it, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. After the cupcakes had cooled off, I finished it off with strawberry flavored frosting and sprinkles. It looked great if I do say so myself. I arranged the cupcakes in a box, scribbled a note and attached it to the box before taking it to Julia’s room. I paused in front of Julia’s door when I heard raised voices coming from her room. I furrowed my eyebrow in surprise. Who could that be? I wondered as I pushed the door without bothering to knock.

Caelen would start over—stripped of every deal, every dollar, every illusion of power he’d clung to. The boss would become the busboy again, back to waiting tables, scraping for tips, wondering where it all went wrong. And this time? There’d be no one left to catch him when he fell.

Amy and Jared spoke at the exact same time. "You can have one," Amy said sternly. "You can have one of each flavour," Jared assured them. Of course, the girls went with Jared's answer, grabbing one each of the vanilla, chocolate and strawberry cupcakes. Amy gasped in dismay, her gaze swinging to Jared, a look of horror in her eyes. "Do you have any idea what that kind of sugar is going to do to these two? They'll never go to bed tonight." Jared shrugged. "Isn't that whole sugar rush thing a myth? Pretty sure I read some article about that."

It was either as a punishment or… “Father, please…” I quieted, my eyes now hurting from the endless crying. They let me off, letting my plea fall on deaf ears as they slammed the door in my face. I could hear the cameras clicking from behind, but I didn't turn around. Of late, I have had too many pictures of myself in the news. ‘The Wife Who Got Cheated on’ ‘Boaz Johnson tricked into marrying the former heiress of Harry G&G Company’ and numerous others that, at this point, I was tired of revisiting, so I made a mental note to get off social media till everything gets better.

It's like an attempt to rid myself of the unwanted tie, but the mark stays. Overwhelmed with helplessness, I stand there, naked and defeated. Tears stream down my face as I grapple with the harsh reality of my life. I let out a scream as the room echoes my cries, filled with misery and confusion. At that moment, I feel the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future. The shocking revelation about my mother's survival, the conversation with my uncle, and his demand for me to bear the Lycan King's child within six months.

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."