Jinx Cupcake Novels & Stories

As I stepped into the ethereal creation, I couldn't help but feel like a majestic cupcake with glitter frosting. Jenny clasped her hands together. "Oh, this is the one!" I twirled, sending glittery particles into the air. "I feel like a walking cupcake." Killian's eyes bore into me, and for a moment, the room felt still. He seemed captivated, as if the universe had momentarily aligned to showcase the most dazzling sight.

"I'd like to change my order, please. I'll have two chicken grilled sandwiches, chili jack and cheddar cheese omelet with sausage at the side. Carrot cake and a double chocolate chip ice-cream. " Ezra smiled back at me in obvious triumph. I couldn't help but smile back. "And what would you like, miss?" The waitress asked, scribbling the order on her notepad furiously. "I'll have the same as Flint," I said, waving my hand towards the Agent. "Got it." The waitress beamed, obviously in a good mood. She walked back to the kitchen, swaying her hips, putting up a show for the men. "Riley, you're no fun." Ezra teased me.

I stand up straighter to my father and whisper to him, "No light is bright enough to chase away what is inside me. Because the only thing that is faster than light...is the darkness." Lizzy POV We enter the kitchen and started to make some brownies from my mother's secret recipe. While I pour the batter into a rectangular tin, Mrs. Nightwalker makes some coffee. "Do you usually put cinnamon essence and honey in your coffee?" "Oh no, dear! This is how Xander likes it. He absolutely loves cinnamon. I don't know why since I totally hate it." I laugh while I put the brownies in the oven. Just as I put the timer on, Zapora comes bursting into the kitchen.

I also made a mental note to ask her about the origin of her weird name. She appeared at the door without as much as a sound. I gasped in shock seeing her there with a tray of freshly baked cupcakes. The cakes smelled so good but they had an odd color. They were purple. My favorite color but I still wouldn’t touch them with a fifty-inch pole. I wouldn’t touch them if I was chained to a fifty-inch pole and left under the full blast of the sun’s heat. I wouldn’t touch them if the fifty-inch pole was brutally rammed continuously in and out my tight pus-

"Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here." "Give me two doses anyway, I take so much that I might need another later," the man stretched out his hand and received two pills. "If you're feeling bad at lunchtime, take two more. There's more here," she said, handing him a thermos bottle of water. It was also pink with a cat-shaped lid. "The beginning of psychopathy is coffee without sugar, cold showers, and taking medicine without water," she commented casually. "I like cold showers," Miguel replied with a smile at that comment.

It still amazed her that she was finally the owner of her own business. Troy had just finished his baking for the evening when she slipped into the apartment. The last item was the orange cranberry muffins which were Juicy's favorite. He had actually just placed the last golden brown muffin into an oversized food storage container. Now everything felt right in the world. Juicy was home, the apartment smelled of fresh baked bread, and her pretty brown face held a smile that was now so natural as if she hadn't been that 'angry black woman' almost half a year ago.

she laughed and Katherine chuckles softly. "I wish she didn't shot Alexa then this would have been more fun cause it's laterally boring" jinx said picking on her nails while everybody just look at her like she's some ghost, not like they are expecting more from her anyways, she like it when she have to watch people fight and that's how she end up on Alexa black book.

Her name was Jinx, and she never knew how to shut up. Don’t start, I warned, grabbing a tray of drinks. Oh, I’ve already started, Jinx said with a wicked laugh. You’re the one who keeps pretending we’re over him. But that mark still sizzles under your skin, babe. I say next time we see him, we drag him into a dark alley and finish what he started. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. You’re disgusting. Don't you mean honest?, she shot back. I stacked plates on the counter, ignoring the low thrum in my wrist. The scar was faint, but under the buzzing diner lights, I swore I could still see it. A half-moon mark. His mark. The bond that never finished, that never healed.

I can already barely stand him. I learn many things as we walk through central park. The guy currently escorting us goes by the name Blaze, and I believe he is antisocial. "If you like donuts, try Jenna's cupcakes. She is excellent at baking and makes this creamy frosting that just melts in your mouth!" Blaze silently glances down at me, and I swallow the urge to grimace. I hate how my head barely reaches up to his chest. It makes me feel weak, and trust me, it's enough knowing this dude is some sort of super-duper werewolf. I mean, I knew werewolves were giant in wolf form, but really? This guy's wolf was more extensive than a horse...

Orgasmic, fudge, mocha frosting. “Icing. I was going to make some mocha chocolate cupcakes.” Jules stared at his finger, no longer feeling the urge to baking. “Maybe later. I have an idea.” Ben picked up the bowl and took Jules by the wrist. He led her to his new office. He put the bowl down on the desk and locked the door. “Get naked. I need to see all of you now.” He tore at his own clothes as he said that. He must have broken a record on stripping speed.