Donut Nook Novels & Stories

"Glazed donut." Nicholas nodded and ordered at the counter while I settled myself in one of the available chairs. The theme of the donut place was vintage, accompanied by the soothing sound of the violin. It has calmed my raging nerves. My eyelids fell as the melody lulled me into a chasm. Music can really heal the pain. Good thing Nicholas chose this place. The pain that he gave, he also soothed. "Are you okay?" he asked, tapping my shoulder. "Yeah." I'm not, but I will be on time. My ancestors claim that if there is joy, sadness will immediately replace it— they seem right. Earlier, everything was but happiness, and now I'm in the depths of overthinking things.

She can buy, like, 2 doughnuts and a drink with this! She ran to the bakery at the other side of the road, it was near so she didn't have to take a cab. She likes eating and buying stuff here. Everything was so sweet. "Hello!" Madie greeted the lady in the counter, she was chewing on some gum and had plenty of piercings on her ears. Pretty. "Can I have uhm-Three Chocolate Glazed Doughnuts, and uhm-a Small Strawberry Shake?" She stared at Madie for a while. 'Did I have something on my face?'

"But Norah insisted that he come here. He hasn't been back home in almost four years, you know." I smile as I straighten the punch bowl. "Don't worry. He'll be here, Mom." I hope. As much as I love the food at the Grants' parties - the only thing that comes close in deliciousness to Luke Grant's burgers are those cream-filled donuts down at the diner, the ones with the fudgy glaze - this isn't exactly my crowd. I mean, I don't even own a fancy hat, despite my mom's many attempts to buy me one. I'm afraid that the moment I give in, the moment I put one of those ribboned and bedazzled monstrosities on my head, I've committed myself to a future as a Haverton busybody. I swear - the moment a Hav

Doughnuts and muffins are prepared in the morning because half of the people who come here ask for doughnuts and muffins a lot to eat along with coffee so we prepare it in advance and serve it to them. "Hey, Charlie. I got a call from an unknown number but they didn't say anything. What should I do? Shall I make a call and ask them?" "Maybe it's a spam call, better block it." "Oh. Okay." Should I block it as Charlie suggested? I let it go and started eating the doughnuts. My other menu came after some time. Charlie sat on the stool opposite to me and asked, "Why didn't you eat your breakfast?" "I am now." And continued eating the sandwich.

she added, eyeing the half-eaten donut in front of Carrie. Her gaze darted to the glossy green glazed donut. The cream was fluffy and had such a perfect aroma of vanilla and roasted nuts rising from its center. Carrie had nothing against pistachio and pistachio-flavored pastry, but it wasn’t something she would pick up given a choice. But when she saw the donuts at the café earlier, she knew she had to get some. Even Greg gave her a weird look. She took another bite of the donut. It was sweet, nutty, and ever so slightly salty, the glaze melting into the airy crumb like velvet. Carrie had no regrets.

Baking and cooking are what make me happy. Starting a donut and bakery shop that also has an attached coffee shop with my best friend, Lucy, is pretty damn satisfying. I’m in the kitchen now, shaking my hips to some pop song while mixing a huge bowl of donut batter to have for us in the morning. Lucy and I come in at five am to start making donuts, adding icing and fillings, and whatever other touches that are needed. Our baristas are about thirty minutes after us for a six am opening.

}} I nod { okay } I walk around and choose a different colour paint, the office is currently Grey with Lime Green and I rather a nice Burgundy with White so that's what I chose, I got a new desk, a new everything! Jewel paid and told them the address to bring the stuff to and they said they'd deliver them tomorrow as they'd need time to get everything together, so the next stop is the donut shop! the smell of coffee hits my nose as soon as we walk in and I all but float from the door to the display, Jewel snickered at my behaviour but said nothing to chastise me.

I told him authoritatively. "Yes, my Ry," he saluted. When we finally reached the kitchen, he gave me his welcome gift again. Because it didn't look like a donut box, I was curious to look at it. I was amazed at what I saw, it was strawberry and banana dipped in chocolate. "Did you like it, my Ry?" Dylan asked while still smiling, looking very proud. "Of course, thank you, Dylan. Where did you buy it?" "Just in the office." "I was the one who suggested that, it's good that you liked it, Rylan," Nico said while smiling as he sat behind the kitchen counter.

“Nick did mention that once or twice. I’ll sit in the chair while you eat. Then you can play doctor.” Why do those words sound so damn sexy? “Deal,” I say as I sit back on the bed and finish eating. Rack takes another piece too and everything is back to normal or as normal as it can be with a pregnant woman with raging sex hormones and a semi-sex god in the same room. The dessert bag holds two donuts with icing. “Sorry,” he says. “I know I promised ice cream but shopping for your clothes took longer than I thought it would and the donut place was on the way back.”

Anya admitted and continued in her venture. " You can thank me later." He chuckled. " I'll thank you when you tell me why we're actually here. What's so important?" Anya snapped. Curiosity was driving her crazy. " Will you please let me enjoy my coffee first? Have you tried the doughnut yet?" Ronan lifted one of the doughnuts and stuffed it in his mouth. " Mmmm it's delicious, I really missed it." He mumbled. Anya ate one of the doughnuts and was surprised herself. The pastry just melted in her mouth with a burst of different flavours. Ronan was right again, this was too good.