Donut Nook Novels & Stories

m. Lindsay awoke to the smell of the food being cooked. She was sure there were better ways to wake up, but she could not think of any now because she was starving. She walked into the kitchen and found Wren pulling pizzas out of the oven. He had already finished everything for the nachos, and there were a dozen doughnuts on the counter. She picked her favorite out of the box and began to eat. “You cops and your doughnuts,” Wren said, shaking his head and smiling.

This was the closest they’d ever come to revealing just where in the world they lived. “I don’t know,” he replied carefully. “I’m not really a donut guy.” “Are you kidding me? Who doesn’t like donuts?” “I’m not saying I don’t like donuts, just that I don’t eat a lot of them.” “Well, that’s okay then,” they replied. “If you told me you didn’t like fried dough covered in a sweet, sticky glaze, then I don’t think we could be friends anymore.” Jack laughed. “Our friendship is safe. And I will take your advice and look into donut delivery services.”

I gulped hard and picked my spoon, slightly sending a quick glance at the doughnuts. “You know… we once had a Luna in this pack…” Nathaniel said, reaching for the tray of doughnuts, trapping my attention alongside. “She liked fully creamed doughnuts a lot and do you want to know the ironic part of it?” He asked, raising his eyes to meet Liam's.

Chapter 18 Nora's POV On Sunday morning, I took Mia out to breakfast. Not at the penthouse, not with a room service tray balanced by the window, but somewhere ordinary. A real table in a crowded diner, the air thick with the smell of pancakes and fresh coffee, children laughing too loudly in the background while waitresses moved between tables carrying steaming plates. I wanted her to have something normal for once, something that felt simple and real. We found a little diner three blocks from the Skyview, the kind of place with red vinyl booths, sticky laminated menus, and a waitress named Dot who called everyone “honey” and refilled your coffee before you realized the cup was empty.

Susan on the other hand is piping nutella and cream filling into their signature bombolino which was basically Italian doughnuts. "Woahhh! This place smells heavenly!!" He commented as he walked around the worktable watching Jamie and Susie work. "I know right! These are my bakers Susan and Jamie." Susan and Jamie briefly looked up from their worktable and gave Ryder a smile. "Nice to meet you." Ryder waved a little. "This all looks so good. What's that?" "Oh! That's our strawberry shortcake doughnuts. Available on pre order only." "Oh it looks so delicious. Can I have one? I'm ready to pay." Ryder begged.

I have customers and there’s more lining up. I grabbed the order ticket and read it. “Three orders of apple cinnamon mini donuts with caramel drizzle!” I shouted. I got the batter for the donuts and put them in our frying donut machine. It squirts out perfect little mini donuts with holes in the middle. I let them fry up and I flip them to cook the other side. Then I drained them and sprinkled powdered sugar and cinnamon on top. I added thin apple slices and drizzled caramel all over. Then served to the window.

“Buy two dozen assorted classic donuts as well and the 50 count munchkins.” “Ah..okay.. I got it..” Mariano did as Keenan asked. Dawn looked at the menu outside of the car. She’s always wanted to have the choco butternut after having tried it a few times whenever she visited the Philippines back in her previous life. It was just unfortunate that the flavor was not available in the US, or at least in their State. Mariano received a cup holder with three drinks, and three boxes in total. “Dawn, could you put these on the seats?” Keenan spoke.

she said, taking the one with mocha color and left the very chocolate donut with chocolate topping to Jack and began to munch it. Jack stared at the box for a second before putting down his phone and began to munch it. “Thanks,” Jack said, as he licked his lips where the chocolate stained it. “But you were very long, like about 3 hours. It’s even past midnight. Which convenience store did you go to?” Jack asked, wondering about it as he munched it because… the convenience store near the cafe looked so empty and they even sell the same donut as this. And the one in back of the cafe was too which kinda made him curious and feel weird about her reasons.

“This Sgt. Peppers will help me connect with the bakeshop owner?” “Yes. This is an urgent matter, Joan. The food department needs a fresh product and I think this one will deliver.” “I understand.” “Don’t fail me.” He warns her. Joan nods like a soldier hone to follow the general. Two days later, Joan walks the street of Rivertown and wondered at the quint shop near the park. She instinctively knows that the donut shop near the park is the one Chris Duvier wanted. There was a long line of customers waiting to be served. She queued in line and observe the customer traffic and snippets of comments about the product.

he offered. "Doughnuts, huh? Where did you get them from?" Juliette asked as she took hold of the bag. She opened it and found three individually wrapped doughnuts inside. Searching for a logo or sticker from the bakery, she came up empty. "Does it really matter where they're from?" Daniel asked casually. "Nah, it's just that when I was at Adrienne's earlier, her house smelled like she was frying doughnuts," Juliette revealed. Daniel's heart skipped a beat.