Cupcakes Diaries Novels & Stories

"I've been telling you for months that there's no reason for you to be here a hundred hours a week. Jilly and I will manage just fine." "The dough for the croissants is on the top shelf in the walk-in," I tell her. I try to push Dante's face away, to eliminate any distractions while I go over the day's tasks with Mama Pat, but he just catches my hand and begins kissing my fingers one by one. "I - make sure Jilly remembers to discount the banana bread. I want it gone by the end of the day. And there's a man coming in to pick up a dozen chocolate cupcakes at three, and - "

Me: can’t wait for you to get home Kennedy: on my way I inform our guests Kennedy will be here soon. We place the cupcakes arranged like a cake in the center of the table. Half the cupcakes have pink and the other half have blue centers. The baker placed the cupcakes tightly together, forming a circle. A giant black question mark adorns their white icing tops. I never saw a cupcake-cake until the bakery showed it to me this week. It is perfect. It looks like a cake, but the cupcakes can easily pull apart and consumed.

He slipped back into the kitchen, quietly putting the box of cupcakes on the counter. He eyed the box and then towards the bedroom. She wouldn't mind if he had just one, would she? He could smell how good they were, and besides, he would be able to purchase more later when she was awake. Jacob shrugged, opened the box, and pulled out one of the cupcakes. The rich mocha flavor hit him immediately as soon as he took a bite. It was delicious—just the right sweetness with the perfect coffee kick. He devoured it in nothing flat, savoring every crumb. One more wouldn't hurt.

“Perhaps when you finally wake up and you are feeling better, we can have a picnic on the grass. Nina can make her famous cupcakes.” I swallow hard. My mouth feels completely dry. “They are unbelievably good, Betty. The cupcakes just melt right in your mouth. The taste is incredible.” I reach out. My fingers hover over her cold, limp hand. I do not touch her. I cannot risk breaking the spell of her quiet breathing. “I know you loved the pancakes that she made for you with the maple syrup. But these cupcakes are a class above. Truly.” A floorboard creaks outside the room. I do not look up.

Lucus murmured as he flipped through his recipe booklet. When the opening staff came in the next morning, they found a small tally chart and a note that read, "Please help me and vote for your favorite. It's important!" along with four neatly labeled trays of different-flavored cupcakes, all topped with light blue buttercream frosting and a snowflake decoration.

I also made a mental note to ask her about the origin of her weird name. She appeared at the door without as much as a sound. I gasped in shock seeing her there with a tray of freshly baked cupcakes. The cakes smelled so good but they had an odd color. They were purple. My favorite color but I still wouldn’t touch them with a fifty-inch pole. I wouldn’t touch them if I was chained to a fifty-inch pole and left under the full blast of the sun’s heat. I wouldn’t touch them if the fifty-inch pole was brutally rammed continuously in and out my tight pus-

Today is the day! Iris could not contain her giddiness and happiness as the day that she waited entirely for this month had finally come. Iris' Divine Cupcakes, her small but treasured business, got a contract deal as one of the exclusive vendors to cater to the mega engagement party of the tycoons' heirs in her country. Her small but homey kitchen was already busy with all sorts of activities to prepare cupcakes this morning. It filled the house with warm and sweet scents from baked cupcakes and lots of frosting to decorate the cake.

Kas’s POV “Are you sure about this?” My wolf Elexis asks when the timer on the oven goes off. “Absolutely.” I say confidently. “I refuse to be a prisoner in our own home, Lex.” I pull the cupcakes out of the oven. Carrot cake caramel. I’ve been experimenting to perfect the recipe for my bakery for weeks so we can add it to the fall menu. The little browned mounds of cake finally look perfect and smell like heaven. I set them on the cooling rack and make a few notes in my notebook before I go get a shower.

She said harshly, yanking the headphones back from one of her pierced ears. “Okay.” I hummed, trailing off as I moved to the opposite side of the table and plopped down. Hurt swirled in the pits of my stomach, laced with enough embarrassment to make even the strongest of wolves’ surrender. The light scent of pineapples and whipped icing floated up to reach my nose as I pulled out the little container Norma had given me and removed the cupcake inside. The perfect swirl of icing on top had settled a bit from the long day, but still looked presentable with its sugared pineapple perched on top. I could feel the mystery girl’s eyes on my face as I licked some of the icing from the top and took a

Whatever it was, I found myself too aware of how handsome he was. "Diana Wilson," he said, easing into the chair opposite me, "happy birthday." I blinked. "Birthday?" From his leather bag, he pulled out a small cupcake neatly wrapped. He set it on the table between us. I stared at it as though it were a mirage. In here, days blurred into one another. No calendars. No celebrations. Only the sun and moon reminded us whether it was day or night. "What day is it?" I whispered. "April 26th," he said softly, as though he wanted me to believe time still mattered. He pulled out a tiny decorative candle, lit it with a silver lighter, and placed it atop the cupcake. "Make a wish, Diana. Blow it out."