Donut Nook Novels & Stories

Doona thumped her head. The convenience store was very close to her apartment, so she doubted she would bump into any trouble. She intended on quickly hopping in and hopping out. She would get all that she needed and never have to leave her room again–well... until she needed more provisions. Doona pushed the doors open, and the little bell dinged as she walked in. She greeted the female cashier clerk and turned towards the aisle. She picked up a basket and filled it with all the things she needed. she had bought all the instant noodles she could eat, some air fresheners and new sunglasses. She waited in the line till it was her turn and lifted her basket to the table. Then she reached into

Thalia muttered while waving back to him. *** Aiden was going through his phone while taking slow sips from his coffee. He wanted to respond to all the emails before leaving this coffee shop. “I need two chocolate-filled donuts and an egg and cheese sandwich. Please make sure it’s fresh,” the innocent voice belonged to a small kid who hardly reached the counter. “What kind of parents does he have? Who sends a kid this little inside a coffee shop,” Aiden thought and resumed typing the email on his phone. “Ma’am. I said it should be fresh. This donut is not fresh,” Aiden looked up and found the boy returning the donut to the girl on the counter.

He looked at me with an amused smile. "You want??" I offered him, and he shook his head. "You look like an adorable five-year-old." I blushed at his words; I finished my donut the same as before, only three bites, then I picked up a donut that didn't have a hole in the middle but had a filling on the inside, topped with pale purple cream and a strangely shaped decoration that I didn't know was pale pink. It looked delicious; I took a bite, and the soft cream inside the donut hit my tongue. Ouw, yeah!! It is awesome.

It was better to relocate for now and inform the headquarters of a big client. By the time Dawn returned to the LGBT night district, he was already sober. Not a huge fan of dumpling soup, he passed his purchase to the bouncer and duty and told them to enjoy it in the break room. The only thing Dawn kept from the Chinese takeout was the strip inside the fortune cookie.

My heels are kicked off under the desk, and I’m slowly sipping a cup of black tea while checking the budget sheet for the grand opening. The door opens without a knock, and Ronan walks in. He isn’t carrying his clipboard this time. Instead, he has two small brown paper bags in his hands, smelling faintly of fried dough and cinnamon from the little bakery down the street. “Peace offering,” he says, tossing one of the bags onto my desk. He drops into the leather chair opposite me, stretching his long legs out and crossing them at the ankles. “You’ve been staring at that ledger for three hours, Des. Your eyes are going to turn into little dollar signs if you don’t take a break.”

Yvonne slid her arms around his neck and he took her mouth. The kiss was possessive, branding. His stubble scraped her chin and though she might have initiated contact, he was taking over. Her nipples pebbled, growing harder until she wanted to rub against him to find some sort of relief, like a cat in heat. "No," Nolan rumbled against her mouth. "No?" She panted for breath, head spinning. "You should eat something first." He flicked the top of the donut box open.

However, the Don doesn't want to get bothered by her request. "Next time," he coldly responded as the waitress left shyly from being rejected by the handsome Don. Angelito doesn't care about them because he wants to eat a doughnut with a hot and black coffee for breakfast. After that trial case, his I*******m messages kept popping to the point he was irritated and turned off his notifications. A man goes inside the doughnut house and sits by his side. Don Angelito is somewhat intrigued to look at him. Lotus Medina smiles broadly when looking at Don's fierce face.

“Then I’ll have raunchy phone sex with you.” “If I say no?” “Then I’ll still have raunchy phone sex with you.” “Like I said, GQ, you’re easy.” A total lie. Jack Donohue was the least easy man she’d ever known. In the hour they wandered, several shopkeepers came out to greet them. She counted three hair salons and two barbershops. One large drugstore. Two furniture stores. Three diner-type restaurants. Assorted boutiques, featuring purses, costume jewelry and shoes. Those fancy, exclusive shops made her break out in hives.

ISAAC SHOVED ANOTHER DONUT in his mouth, groaning with delight. He wasn't the only one having a donut-gasm. When Ruthie walked in with two boxes of donuts from North Avenue Pastries, I almost screamed. It was the best donut place in the world, but their shop was all the way down in Aptos. We had to battle traffic on Highway 1 to get there, so it didn't happen very often. Probably a good thing, too. We'd weigh another hundred pounds if it did.

Jackson Benny’s was packed like it always was on Sundays — football guys crammed into booths, someone’s little brother running between tables, the smell of syrup and burnt coffee in the air. It was exactly the kind of normal I needed. Noah sat across from me, pushing scrambled eggs around his plate, his baseball cap pulled low like he could hide from the world. I didn’t blame him. If I saw one more post, one more comment, I might throw my phone through the diner window.