Cupcakes Diaries Novels & Stories

Beggar “Someone, and before we know it, the entire Clubhouse would know.” Hearing Jo's sneakers skidding on the floor, I get up off my chair as she comes running into the bar area holding two cupcakes instead of the muffins. They don't have frosting on it as yet, but these are the red ones, my favourite. “Thanks kid.” I take the one and wink at her, as I take a big bite. Jo bites into hers too, the kid is cute.

I could only hummed at the moment, rushing out of the room to switch off the oven then put on the gloves and brought out the remaining cupcakes. If it had spend one more minute in there, then it would have burn and luckily for me, the timer went off loudly. I kept it aside to cool down before putting it back into the refrigerator. Then again, I brought out the ones that I have dressed and packaged, keeping them aside. I picked my phone, sliding it into my purse and then picked the packaged cupcakes and headed towards the door. It is now or never like Diane had said. Live a life that I will remember before I will get to my worst enemy Noel and when that time reaches, I won't be sad that I am

I step back behind the bar and pick up my glass. “Babycakes.” I smile at her when she enters the room. She looks at me awkwardly. “Yes, boss.” “Do you know whose dick you just blew?” I ask her, taking a sip from my glass. “No.” She replies with a deep, frustrated sigh. I didn't think she would. What would a seventeen-year-old runaway know about Amar Diamandis?

I was in disbelief that Henry could actually have a thing for literature. Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which laid under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Henry's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped it's pages opened. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about giving up on the diary when I saw a recent write up and it had my name written. Dear Diary It's been long since I last opened you. I guess life issues could actually make one forget a friend. Anyways, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck bef

They began to crumble beneath him. My mate is so strong. "A cupcake," I quipped until I leaned in closer to tell him a secret. "A danger cupcake," I giggled. Danger cupcakes were special. Sometimes they had cinnamon or topped with peppermint, giving them a little kick in the patootie in your mouth.

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

Abigail's room, the laundry room, the balcony, he searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Flavia. Gladwin tried to calm himself down. He searched for his phone and intended to call Flavia. His phone must be on the nightstand, where Flavia usually placed it after charging. Sure enough, his phone was there. Right on top of an old diary that Gladwin recognized. The diary was covered in leather with the initials "F.Q" carved on it, specially made by a craftsman acquaintance of his. The paper inside was also custom-made at his friend's printing press, featuring butterfly illustrations with the initials "F.Q" beautifully drawn in the bottom right corner. Gladwin believed there was no other d

As he leaned back, something on the shelf behind me caught his eye. “Is that yours?” he asked, pointing at the pale pink notebook with cupcake stickers along the edge. I followed his gaze. “Oh, that? Yeah. It’s kind of dumb.” He reached over and picked it up before I could stop him, flipping through the pages carefully. His expression changed as he read, a slow lift of his brows, a curious narrowing of his eyes. There were handwritten recipes, clumsy diagrams of cake layers, and notes like “try less sugar next time” or “lemon zest makes it pop more.”

Nature would just have to take its course. “I don’t know. Unless you want to ask her but you haven’t even checked what it is,” Joyce forced a smile and said. Avery lifted the cover of the box. “Cupcakes,” she exclaimed but her eyes darkened. During her first year in college, one of her colleagues invited the whole class to her birthday party. The cupcakes looked attractive, just like this one, she ate a lot and nothing else. Not even a drink. Unknown to her, she was secretly videoed as being a gluttony who couldn’t afford common cupcakes. The video circulated very well and was masterminded by Riley since the birthday girl was one of her friends.

“You’ve been hiding from us, woman! I was starting to think you’d joined a convent.” I smoothed my hair and rolled my eyes. “I’ve just been occupied.” Dija snorted. “Occupied with what? Or should I say who?” Suzie giggled from behind the counter. “Maybe she finally let Isaac drag her into one of his boring council dinners.” “Ha-ha,” I deadpanned, but the corner of my mouth twitched. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind, okay?” “Well, you’re here now, and that’s all that matters,” Suzie said, sliding a tray of cupcakes toward me. “We’ve got two dozen left to box before the evening rush.”