Cupcakes Diaries Novels & Stories

Sleeping in their beds. A unicorn diary with a lock that popped right open. I didn’t even have to search for the key. Those pages full of looping, curling handwriting, hearts hovering above all the ‘i’s’, spelling out sad words. A plastic Tupperware stashed under a bed, filled with moldy cupcakes and half-opened chocolate slabs, all the edges nibbled at like a night squirrel with clever hands. The word PIGLET taped to the lid, scrawled out in big block letters. Not my box and not my name, but even I felt a little insulted.

“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.

she suggested, her voice filled with excitement. Theo's face lit up with joy at the thought of creating cupcakes with Mama Hazel. Together, they gathered the ingredients and set to work, mixing, pouring, and decorating with a flair that only a true baking duo could muster. As the cupcakes baked in the oven, Theo and Mama Hazel sat at the kitchen table, sharing stories and giggles as they waited for their sweet creations to be ready. The kitchen filled with the heavenly scent of vanilla and sugar, wrapping them in a cozy blanket of happiness and anticipation.

Valeria said, flopping onto the couch. “Don’t worry. It’s your place too, you can come whenever you want. By the way, I called because I couldn’t find your Nutella coffee cupcake recipe,” said Camila. Valeria remembered that she usually wrote down her recipes every time she tried something new, but this time, when she made that cupcake, she had completely forgotten. “I totally forgot to write it down,” Valeria mumbled, rubbing her forehead. Camila sighed on the other end of the line.

I stepped back, ensuring I was not keeping everyone from getting to the cashier as I took a while to decide. They both looked at my reactions curiously and then placed their orders. At this point, I felt like I was shaking and needed my fix, so licking my lips, I quickly ordered two donuts, white icing and colorful sprinkles, and two custard scone pastries with an orange and grapefruit juice mixed. A sweet-sweet and a sweet. Excellent. I can do one sweet-sweet and a sweet now and later on have me another sweet-sweet and a sweet. Daniela got a slice of triple-layer chocolate cake with a caramel smoothie, and Daniel just got a muffin with a coffee.

I in particular never wanted to believe until I got admission into the nursing department and learnt about the harms of taking sugar. I measured all the necessary ingredients which I will need for my cupcakes, making sure I used the right amount of sugar. I don’t want anyone to end up being sick on my birthday after taking in some amount sugar. Putting them in the oven, I smiled before I headed to my room. My room is the definition of simple, it was painted black with a touch of gold and I placed some motivational stickers to keep me going for the days—it always works. “I wonder when you will stop being childish.” That was Sarah’s words after I got the stickers. But no, I was not being child

Logan The photograph of the lemon cupcakes remained open on my phone long after Missy stopped replying. Four cupcakes sat beneath a glass cover, each topped with pale yellow frosting and thin curls of lemon peel. The picture should not have held my attention. It was ordinary. Simple. Nothing like the carefully staged photographs filling my social media feed. No expensive lighting. No polished brand placement. No luxury kitchen in the background. Just cupcakes. Yet I had looked at the photograph at least six times.

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.

Kate’s Pov I sat in the corner booth of the quiet cafe, nursing a lukewarm latte that's gone mostly untouched. My mind kept replaying the scene from last night like a broken reel and I can't shut off. Is the fact that Jim— my Jim was pounding into that woman on our bed while his hands gripping her hips so hard that I swear I could see the bruises forming even from the hallway. “Take it all, you greedy bitch,” he had snarled.

Cordelia asked, her blue eyes twinkling as she put a hand on her hip. "A celebration, duh!" Germaine replied, hopping like a rabbit. Their excited chatter continued until Clara, the waitress popped her head through the swing door. "We have two orders for one Frappuccino and cappuccino and two angel cupcakes." "Coming right up." Maria said, already getting the orders ready.