Donut Nook Novels & Stories

he asked. "I'm coming" I said, standing up. I went to the kitchen and took two glasses with the orange juice. I also took a flat plate for the cookies. I went back to the living room and poured both of us orange juice and put the cookies inside the plate. There are 4 doughnuts so I gave him one and took one. I turned off the light and we both got comfortable on the chair while munching on the snack. I have decided to drop Liam with Uncle Rico tomorrow so I can talk with Quinn alone, I can only hope she agrees. We both watch coco and later watch Jumanji till we fall asleep.

All that was left of that relationship was a beautiful friendship that was needed by both. “What do you think if we take a minute and buy hot doughnuts? I‘m starving,” asked Jake. “Yes, it sounds good,” answered Megan. “Right there. My favourites…” but Jake interrupted her. “I know what your favourites are, Meg. Wait, I'll run across the street and buy some”. He quickly dove between the cars and crossed the street to queue up at a small kiosk selling the most delicious doughnuts in Cairo.

“I know right? Anyways, I’m gonna go shower. Because apparently I smell and look like a post-action porn star.” The donut shop I work at on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday mornings is called Donut Be Jealous. Though it has a pun name it is considered to be a hidden jewel amongst the hole-in-the-wall businesses in Midtown. It’s simultaneously owned by the family who came up with the business idea and their employees so it adds that sense of intrigue to the consumers in the area who look for politically correct labor practices. Being that the shop is a co-op, the owners decided to give me special parking place behind the storefront so that I can avoid paying the exorbitant street parking fees, n

Although I didn’t want to upset Noah, I didn’t want to upset Andrew, either, so I settled into his embrace. Noah’s mouth twitched downward, but he tried to keep his expression neutral. I set out napkins in front of each of us, opened the box, and set a glazed donut on the napkins. Licking the icing off my fingers, I looked at Noah expectantly. “So?” I said. “What’s your news?” Noah took a bite of his donut and chewed it quickly before responding. “You remember the accountant that went missing?” I nodded. “I’m narrowing in on his location.”

"A donut costs $10, right? How many do you get each day?" "…Four or five, I guess." "Let's say four, that's $40. Doesn't that cover a cup of coffee?"

I laughed. “Yup. Dom over there owns the bar I work at on weekends, and Adele is his wife. The bar is right next door. This is my favorite place to get breakfast.” I slid him a menu. “If you like French toast, Adele makes it from cinnamon rolls.” “Cinnamon rolls? I'm sold. I'm having that.” Noah set the menu down and grinned. “Yeah, it's my favorite. That or the banana-nut crepes.” “Okay, now you're making me rethink my first choice...” He reached for the menu. I put my hand on his to stop him, feeling a quiver in my stomach at his touch.

A number of my men were already waiting for me at the table downstairs, where breakfast was being served. Immediately they saw me, they all stood up to greet. It was now time for business. "Reports!" I grunted out, plopping myself down on a seat. A couples of files were suddenly slid towards me and without hesitation, I opened them to go through the contents. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I studied the stats on display. Over 70% of the city was now mine. With my reputation as Don Moretti, the ruthless boss of the criminal underworld, I had managed to gather large percentage profits in almost every business, here in Vegas.

The fool. I tugged it out and turned it over. That’s when it happened. A soft thud. A cream envelope slipped from its pages, landing softly on the floor. Curious, I bent to retrieve it. No stamp. Just the embossed seal of Camden & Lyne Private Banking Group—a name that whispered old money, confidentiality, and quiet ruin. I turned the envelope over. No seal. Already opened. I should’ve left it alone. But I didn’t. The letter inside was short. Almost insultingly so.

Jerry asked as he placed the silver cuffs in a protective bag and removed his gloves. “A stiff drink or five?” Nick said as he tried to smile. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with that one. However, there is a large box of donuts, cinnamon rolls, and bear claws at the nurses’ station. I am happy to bring you some,” Jerry offered.

“Anyhow, can you put a pin on this conversation?” I pause, my body tensing. “What?” “I want a custard filled donut with chocolate could you get it for me, please? Elisabeth was going to make it, but we are out of chocolate. Can you get me one from the cafe down the street?” “Yeah,” I immediately rise. Dani seems to get pretty cranky when her sweet tooth is not satisfied. “Let’s go.” “Thanks, babe.” She smiles. Noah looks between us, “Can I come?”