Romans & histoires Cupcake Nightmare

My heart leapt as I realized we could make it. Berrring. It sounded like the ring of a delicate bell. The sound seemed to roll and disappear. I realized it instantly. A test tube has just rolled off the counter in front of me, and it was heading towards the floor. My realization was too slow as I watched Nathan stretch out his hand. Miraculously, I saw the delicate glass barrel dance across his reaching fingertips. It bounced, as if playing keep-away. Then it disappeared from his grasp. The sound of the tube shattering sounded like a gunshot in my ears. It was followed by the most horrifying sound I’d ever heard. Instantly, I felt something grab me by the hood, and this time, it wasn’t Natha

The events that unfolded after that slight moment, served as a form of reassurance for me- reassurance that fate and the stars were, finally, on my side once more. Before any one of us could do anything, Melody let out an uncharacteristic scream, standing up from her chair and clawing at her tongue as if she wanted to pull it out because it had been contaminated by Mason's half chewed French fry. Her banshee scream pierced through our ears and no one in the cafeteria was excluded from the horror, resulting in our table receiving a lot of attention- the one thing I could not bare to stand. Melody's scream had not only succeeded in causing our eyes to widen in shock, it had also interrupted ev

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

I had stopped at the bakery this morning to pick up two giant chocolate cupcakes with buttercream icing, decorating each one with a single candle, for us to blow out and make a wish. I had imagined every scenario once it struck midnight, us being mates and embracing each other, us not being mates and our hearts being broken. If we were, would things carry on as normal? If we weren’t, how would we react? What would happen… to us? As much as I tried not to dwell on these thoughts, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, a melancholy feeling rooting itself deep in my intestines. I dressed in a pair of grey sweat shorts, and a navy tank and tied my strawberry blond, black-streaked hair

Sometimes they had cinnamon or topped with peppermint, giving them a little kick in the patootie in your mouth. "I see," Luci pulled my lips from his ear. "That's great because I love danger cupcakes." Luci's mouth descended on my lips as I squealed in laughter. Wiggling down, I pranced away from him, turning back to see if he would follow. His feet led him to me faster until I turned and flashed him my butt. That didn't have any panties covering it. "That is one scrumptious-looking cupcake," he warned. "Think I need to take a bite out of it." I squealed again, running down the hallway. Now my bum was no longer my bum but a big cupcake for Luci.

There has to be some sort of ulterior back stabby, get at me insult in this. My nerves peek up, stomach churning with unease, and my anxiety swirls in my suspicious brain as I ponder them for a long minute and finally relent. I open the cupcake first and it instantly smells divine. Dipping my finger into the icing and almost die with the explosion of pleasure in my mouth as I suck it off; Rich chocolate vanilla with a hint of pistachio that is melt in your mouth heaven. My tongue erupts with flavour fireworks.

"I want you to rate the cupcakes. If they taste like crap, you're allowed to stay mad at me for as long as you want. If they are delicious, you must forgive me." "Is this a blackmail?" "No, it's a husband who doesn't want his wife to stay mad at him. It's pathetic I know. But I hate you not talking to me." "If I wasn't so mad at you, I'd say that's cute." "Rate the cupcakes." I chuckle, setting a tray infront of her. She takes a bite of the cupcake and grimaces in disgust. "Vomit emoji." She says. "They taste like crap."

The only way this could end was either Nicholas cutting ties with one of them or murder. Callie considered becoming a cat burglar. She would be good at it with the many places she snuck into at this school. She appeared in Trish’s room and went over to the sleeping girl. She went inside the girl’s mind easier this time, knowing Trish’s defenses and how to get past them already. She weaved a nightmare. She was in a large ballroom filled with many guests. It was a wedding reception. Instead of a wedding cake, there was a huge tower of those chocolate pies Nicholas loved. The top of the cake was a miniature of Nicholas and Aubrey.

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.