Cupcakes Comic Mlp Novels & Stories

"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."

“Well, well, well… look who decided to call. Don’t tell me it’s because your man’s out of the country and you’re lonely.” I rolled my eyes, smiling. “Please. I called because I needed a dose of chaos, and you’re the best supplier.” She snorted. “Oh, slick today, huh?” “Always,” I said, laughing. “Also, I’ve got leftover cupcakes. Lemon meringue bites. Thought I’d drop some off before I head home.” “Lemon?” she gasped dramatically. “Girl, you know those are one of my weaknesses too. Bring them now.” “Only if you promise to cook for me,” I teased, switching lanes.

“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.

MARE - AGE NINETEEN “I THINK this might be the best idea I’ve ever had,” Pippa muses, squeezing icing onto a cupcake. I dip my finger into a bowl of orange frosting. “It might go down as one of my favorite birthdays,” I agree before popping my finger in my mouth and licking the icing off. Pippa looks up and glares at me. “Get away from the icing! If you eat too much of it I won’t have enough to finish icing your cupcakes.”

The voices were talking over each other, but it was like music, the strange sound ringing above the market square. "One mystic cupcake, with blue delphinium frosting," I said to the witch standing in front of the shop. She gave me a mean look before she nodded and grabbed the cupcake and pushed it towards me. "Pay for it, witch," I said to Lissa, and she frowned a bit before she grabbed her purse.

I chuckle mentally already having an idea why. We finish preparing the other cupcakes and soon I feel the delicious smell of my male being present when he approaches us. --- That smells good-- he says as he takes two of the cupcakes and takes a generous bite of each one. --- Then you talk about me, it seems you've never seen food, Supreme Lord-- I say mockingly, arching one of my eyebrows. --- I'm hungry-- I get the double meaning in his speech and feel my body heat up again. --- I think it's about time right? Let's go before it gets late-- I say trying to change the subject and I jump up from the stool to soon follow pulling a mumbling Deniel who couldn't even eat in peace and an aunt Maria

“Good morning, world!” Celine twirled into the café with two paper bags dangling from her hands like trophies. “Breakfast, my loyal minions!” she declared. Marites groaned from behind the counter. “Celine, you bought doughnuts again. We literally sell pastries here. Pastries!” “Correction,” Celine said grandly, holding up the bag like a sacred offering, “we sell sad little muffins. These—” she shook the bag “—are sugary circles of happiness. Bow before their glory!”

“We’re a dream team. Remember back in school? The bakery?” The girls all giggled then. “Oh…the bakery,” Amelia sighed. “It was our honor’s project, if I remember correctly,” Olivia said. “And we SO nailed it.” “Because we had your help,” Amelia smiled. Amelia and Olivia had run the business side of the bakery (as per the project requirements). But their project had been the most successful one in the class because they had utilized Laura and Lily’s help. True chemists, Lily and Laura had created ‘one of a kind’ cupcakes. They’d developed a brand new flavor – watermelon – and a special frosting that changed colors based on the temperature. The cupcakes had been a hit and Olivia and Amelia ace

Then suddenly, Hunter took out a chocolate cupcake from his pocket. “Tada!” he exclaimed. “I have cupcake!” He proudly announced. From the passenger seat, Edgar looked back at Hunter with an awe. “Wow! You are really the best, Hunter! Joel, do you want to have some cupcake?” Hunter and Edgar stared at Joel. With opened mouth, as if he found this absurd, Joel shook his head. “No thanks. As a manly werewolf, I decline to fill myself with sweet delicacies and let myself be slave of...”

MILA'S POV "Are you actually trying to murder me?" Spencer, my desk neighbor and work rival stares at the box on his desk as if it contains live rattlesnakes. Which it really doesn't. I look down at my handiwork. Eight beautiful lilac cupcakes sit in two neat rows. The frosting is swirled just right, each one topped with a tiny edible flower I found at the fancy baking supply store in Cambridge.