Cupcakes Diaries Novels & Stories

I stopped in the stationery department, I'm not even sure why, but I felt like a magnet, being pulled towards the bright, cheerful colours of the notebooks and pens, each with designs of foods dressed up as happy, smiling characters. I flipped through a stack of notebooks until I found one with a cupcake printed on the cover, its cute little grin reminding me of my own Cupcake. I found the matching pen and then discovered there was an entire set that could be made up from rulers, pencil cases and erasers. I may still be seething with anger about our fight, but I also knew that we'd come through this. I wanted to be the reason she smiled, not the cause of her tears.

I called out, tossing the magazine aside. The door creaked open and Diana, poked her head in. A wide grin stretched across her face as she held up a plate piled high with cookies. "Freshly baked chocolate chip," she announced, her voice dripping with delight. "Thought you could use a little pick-me-up." "Diana, you shouldn't have," I protested weakly, but a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. The girl was a baking fiend, and her cookies were legendary.

"That stupid idiot." I kept on mumbling to myself. How dare he have me locked up within my own house with nothing to do but sit and worry about my brothers safety! I opened the oven taking out the ninth batch of chocolate chip cookies I've baked so far including two batch of cinnamon roll, three batches of brownies, one chocolate sponge cake and not to mention twenty six cupcakes!

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 glanced down and frowned. "I never asked for them heated." Panic instantly spread across her face. She bit her lip, clearly at a loss, before finally forcing herself to speak. "I'm sorry. Lucas only ever eats them fresh out of the oven, so I subconsciously just…" I almost laughed out loud. Was she trying to declare that she knew Lucas's habits better than I did? Such a cheap form of provocation. Truthfully, I had been the original regular customer at this bakery. I'd even gotten myself one of their black-gold VIP cards.

He said, “Actually, I was saving one for you, Theo.” They all laughed again because they weren’t sure if Sebastian was telling the truth or if he was just guilty of taking more than enough cupcakes. Celine was the first to take a bite. When she saw the filling, she exclaimed, “It’s a girl! The filling is pink!” “But how come mine is blue?” Theo asked, looking at the inside of his cupcake. Silas showed his cupcake. “Mine is blue as well.” “Mine is pink,” Xavier said. “Ah! It’s like Ali and Bastin!” Alice screamed. “Congratulations, you two!”

Not random visitors showing up with recovery gifts. I’m scared. No, terrified might just be the better word. The hollow gap in my chest has only been increasing hour by hour. I’ve exhausted all options to make Zahra soften up to me except this one: cupcakes. Zahra can never go a full day without having my cupcakes. Usually, I chide her for the unhealthy sugar addiction. But like a wise man said, desperate times call for desperate measures. So here I am, earnestly mixing batter in my bowl. My cupcake papers are all sitting perfectly in the pan, waiting to be filled.

So weird. I feel a sudden push on my back and I turn to see Jessica standing there, looking radiant and energetic. "Go on! Open it!" she urges me and I nod sheepishly. My eyebrows draw together in contemplation as I lift the lid of the box. My eyes follow the moment and they widen as soon I see what is inside. The cupcakes inside aren't the usual ones. They have some stuff written on them. Each cupcake has an individual word written on it, and when you join the words on all of the cupcakes together, they form a sentence.

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.

“And you’d help me.” They both burst into laughter as they walked inside. The shop was not crowded just a few people sitting by the windows, enjoying their tea and cakes. Abigail and Maya made their way to the counter, their eyes roaming across the display. “Look at those cupcakes,” Abigail whispered, pointing at a row of delicate pink frosted cakes. “They look too pretty to eat.” “And that chocolate tart,” Maya added, her eyes widening. “I’m not leaving here without tasting it.” The girl behind the counter smiled warmly at them. “Good morning, ladies. What would you like to try?”