Cupcakes Diaries Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“As always, feel free to come over and request anything you wish.” Zelle sweetly obeyed before leaving his office. One month. Everything will change one month from now. They all know that… Except… It won’t even take a month before everything turned upside down! 12 DAYS LATER… 19 DAYS BEFORE THE AWAITED DAY… A kitchen maid was alone in the middle of the night, surrounded by knives and food in the kitchen, when she was visited by a special guest. “Oh! You’re here! That was unexpected.” The kitchen maid took fresh-from-the-oven cupcakes and invited the guest over. “I was experimenting with a new dish; it's cheese cupcakes... I wanted to share… Unfortunately, you're lactose intolerant.”

“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.”

My mind, like it always did when the silence crept in, wandered back to Diana. I reached for the cupcake sitting on the edge of my desk, its soft icing glistening in the light. I hadn’t even meant to take a bite yet, but something about it called to me. The first taste sent a wave of warmth through me. I closed my eyes, savoring the sweetness. There was something about this cupcake…..something special about it. The texture, the rich vanilla flavor, the perfect balance of sweetness. I could tell that whoever that is making it made was good at their craft. Too good.