Novel & Cerita Cupcakes Diaries

Heck, they even have a golf course. ''Here, try these. I made them myself'' Diana said, giving me a plate full of cupcakes, cookies and pastries. We are in her personal kitchen now. I sat down on the kitchen island, my feet were aching from all the walk. I took a big bite from the cupcake and moaned loudly. ''These are amazing'' She smiled at me lovingly. ''Taste everything, I noticed you didn't eat your lunch properly'' I blushed and nodded my head, too embarrassed and not knowing what to say.

I angled the cupcake to the side, bit into the moist spongy cake. Flavors exploded on my tongue. I hadn't even known that cinnamon cupcakes were a thing, but I was going to start buying them by the fucking truckload. The sweetest hint of vanilla merged with the spice as I took another bite. Leaning back in my chair, I cracked my knee against the edge of the drawer. "Fuck!" I rubbed the sore spot. A thought slid through my mind. As it landed, I felt sick to my stomach. The delicious treat soured immediately.

I choke on my coffee. I can practically picture it: Claire striding into the school office in her oversized sunglasses and a vintage band tee, chatting up the other moms while Eddie scampers off to class. She probably told them I'm some kind of culinary wizard, and now I'm on the hook for two dozen gluten-free, dairy-free, sugar-free cupcakes that somehow still taste like joy. When I pick Eddie up later that day, he's beaming. "Mom! Aunt Claire let me pick the music and we listened to Eye of the Tiger ten times!"

Below the cupcakes, there were some bottles of strawberry crush. As he kept digging further, he discovered many some flavored treats like wafers, pocky sticks, candies, and much more. The last thing he pulled out was a fluffy strawberry shaped pillow. it had a winking expression and pouty lips. He turned it around to find a sticky note which read, "I'm sorry" in tiny handwriting.

****** I'm sitting in the corner of the room, my gaze glued on the kdrama series on my laptop. A grape milkshake in my hand and the dozen cupcakes(now nine) I somehow managed to keep hidden from Hades when I left Camilla's birthday party sitting on the right side of me.

Mia’s POV~ I sat at the dining table, the surface buried beneath scattered papers. Scribbled recipes filled one page after another, chocolate tarts, lemon drizzle cakes, rustic sourdoughs. Beside them were rough sketches of logos I had attempted in the margins, lopsided drawings of cupcakes and swirling fonts that never looked quite right. Next to that, clumsy lists of costs stared back at me with unforgiving numbers. Flour, sugar, butter, rent, equipment, the sums never seemed to balance. My fingers drummed against the wood in a restless rhythm, as though the tapping might summon answers I couldn’t find.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

For now, I stayed her friend--- and I prayed to every god that I’d keep being strong enough to wait. She blew out the candle, doing a little happy-dance when she noticed that it was her favorite caramel filled vanilla crème cupcake. I’d gotten it from the baker early this morning, knowing it was her favorite, and made sure it was ready for her when she got out of the shower…

So he stepped closer and pulled something out from inside his coat pocket—a crumpled brown paper bag, slightly stained from the contents inside. She frowned. “What’s that?” “Don’t judge it by the packaging,” he said with a crooked grin. He opened it slowly, revealing two sloppy, over-frosted cupcakes. One had a crack down the middle, and the other looked like it had been dropped at least once. They looked ridiculous. “Seriously?” she said, her brow arching beneath the mask. “Emergency cupcakes,” he said. “From the gas station on 12th. Used to be my mom’s secret weapon.”

“I’m not so little. But I understand why I might look small to you. You are so big. “She says, and I laugh lightly at her adorable logic. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You’re a big girl. “I correct and she smiles. I am about to ask for her request again when drags herself up into a sitting position. She pulls out a thick pink book from under her pillow, and she smiles sheepishly at me. “It’s my diary. David got it for me for my last birthday. “She informs, and I nod to acknowledge her words while wondering what she’s up to. After flipping the pages, she stops, pulls out a sheet of paper and points it to me. I gently unfold the sheet of paper and find a childish somewhat neat, somewhat chaotic h