Donut Nook Novels & Stories

Tyler and Finn were eating as if they didn't have any food for the last three days Never tempt boys with food. An employee from Dunkin Donuts came to our table with a plate of chocolate donuts while we were sitting casually munching on our dessert. When I noticed the sad smile on the donuts instead of the happy smile, I frowned. I looked at Tyler and Finn to see if it was their order, but their expressions revealed that they, too, were surprised. “We didn't order this,” I said, but she replied that it had been placed for our table, 37. When pressed further, she stated that a man had ordered this.

"Mmmmm! I love you, pumpkin donut!" These were my favourite kind, pumpkin donuts, baked, not fried and dipped in caster sugar! I was absolutely in love with them and eternally thankful for Starbucks for including them in their autumn menu. I opened my eyes to see Nate watching me with amusement. "What?" "And what do I get?" he smirked.

Pox went to his desk and turned on his computer. Ember followed him and stared down at the screen of his computer. Pox opened the documents and clicked a file entitled 'DD'. Pox sat on his chair while Ember is standing behind him. Pox inhaled. "Okay, so basically, DD is a doughnut shop, which means Dunkin' Doughnut," Pox said, sounding so proud of his discovery. He looked behind and stared at Ember’s frowned face. Ember shut her eyes and open them to glare at Pox. "Are you? Are you playing with me, Pox?" Ember exhaled. “Do you think that’s the evidence? A doughnut?” Ember pointed to his screen.

They walked out of the counter to try the donuts Monica and Owen bought for them. “Wow, these donuts are delicious. They can give our café donuts a run for our money.” Raymond complimented. “They have an assortment of flavours too. Monica, where did you buy these donuts from?” Pam asked. “There’s a new licensed donut truck located not too far from here. I think it’s a new startup.” Owen replied. “Their prices are reasonable and the quality was very good.” “We need to pay close attention, Steph. We can tweak our donut recipes to match theirs.” Said Juri. Steph nodded in agreement. There was nothing wrong with learning from competitors.

But not to ruin Leo's joy, he played it off and asked, looking down at the kid, “What do you want to eat?” “Ummm... Drumstick, Chicken Little, Tender, Popcorn Nuggets, and Applesauce...” Leo said excitedly, but suddenly a hesitant look appeared on his face, “Actually, I don't want any of those things, Uncle. I will have a donut and juice.” Staring at the kid, Noah couldn't help but smile at his innocent expression, and he then turned to the cashier who was waiting patiently for him, saying, “We will be ordering Drumstick, Chicken Little, Tender, Popcorn Nuggets, and donut and Applesauce.”

I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning. “Yeah, there is a great bakery just around the corner from here. Pete’s. Pete is the owner. He is a great guy, and he makes the best coffee. You can sit and eat inside. Make sure to get a donut. It is the best,” he told me. “Thank you, Ian. I will definitely get a donut,” I smiled. “I wish I could go with you,” he smiled at me significantly, “but I have a lot to do here.”

He just couldn't get in a cheery holiday mood this year. His apartment had only one small bedroom with a single bed and half pint chest of drawers. The kitchen stove was so small, he couldn't cook a pizza in the oven without tilting it at an angle. The apartment guide referred to the dining area as the dining nook. Chris referred to it as the dining "nookette". Speaking of books, he sure wished his apartment had some "nookie". It had been a long time since Chris had even gone on a date. His shyness didn't help.

“Didn’t see you at break.” “I was stocking,” I said. Neutral. Safe. “You eat?” “Yeah.” Lie. My stomach was a knot. It behaved better if I ignored it. He tugged his cap down. “I, uh… was thinking. There’s a Friday night thing at Dot’s. Burgers. Pie. Music if Dean’s nephew gets the amp working. You wanna go? As friends. Or not-friends.” Dot’s was the diner where half the town sat in the same booths they’d been born in. A date there was a declaration stamped in ketchup. I should’ve said no. Keep moving, stay grey, don’t let anyone get a good look.

The donut shop smelled of stale sugar, fried dough, and industrial-strength radiator heat. Thalia sat on an orange plastic stool, her large frame completely overpowering the small booth. Her wet clothes were steaming slightly against the blast of the wall heater, casting a faint mist into the air. In front of her sat a thick ceramic mug of black coffee and a glazed donut she hadn't touched. Across the Formica table, Chloe was methodically tearing a jelly donut into tiny pieces, completely unbothered by the rain dripping from her bangs.

As they reached the cafeteria Noah saw they were selling real human sandwiches and real human doughnuts He breathed the biggest sigh of relief before he dashed over to the front of the queue leaving everyone else to follow slowly behind. Noah’s troubles began rising again as he asked the woman behind the counter for a triple fudge hot chocolate doughnut. To Noah it was exactly the kind of thing he needed to relax until she told him it cost him 3 doughnuts Then he remembered that doughnuts were currency in this world and began to get angry again. “I don’t mean you any disrespect but why is it costing me 3 doughnuts to buy just one edible doughnut? It even says on your display that it's a basi