Looks Like Cinnamon Roll Meme Novels & Stories

Don yelled from the living room, “Not true, Bug! I bet you and Tony would have already told each other how you felt way before now!” “That’s it, I’m leaving,” Gemma joked, grabbing a plate. "But not before I have a cinnamon roll." She scooped out one of the cinnamon rolls and handed it to Tony, then served herself. She took a bite, enjoying it almost as much as she would have the middle one. “Oh my god these are sweet perfection, Mom,” she managed to say through a mouthful of cinnamon roll.

Indie said. “Yeah, but I don’t think it would fit with what you all are planning.” I said embarrassed. “Nonsense. What flavors do you like?” Joanna said. “I love cinnamon rolls with cream cheese icing and donuts with maple glaze or salted caramel.” I said. Then the chef blew my mind, “Luna, how about I make a cake that tastes like a cinnamon roll, and I can make it with the cream cheese icing, then I will make mini donuts with salted caramel. It should all pair really well.”

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

"Scrambled okay for you?" "Sure," I say, pulling the plate of cinnamon rolls closer. My stomach growls again, loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear. I can't believe how hungry I am. Though considering that I'm eating for two and I threw up what little I ate yesterday, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Thank God I'm not feeling queasy anymore. I choose the fattest cinnamon roll from the bunch. It's a beautiful golden color, darker where the cinnamon is baked into the swirl. Shiny white frosting is drizzled over the top and runs thickly down the sides.

Me crossing the room, leaning in to kiss Kyrian on the cheek and the one second I stayed, paused and stretched into many seconds. I scrolled past it and the headlines were something else entirely. PLAYBOOK'S CONNIE AND KYRIAN: ARE THEY THE REAL DEAL? THE KISS THAT BROKE THE INTERNET—CRESTFIELD'S COUPLE CHEMISTRY. I stared at that last one for a moment longer than the others. "Are you seeing the memes?" Hori said, still chattering like a broken radio. "Connie there's a whole thread—" "I see them."

It’s the way we seek closure. I’m surprised by the number of apps on Aunt Kim’s phone. She seems to really be a fan of playing games like Candy Crush. She has a F******k and I*******m page as well, and along with following me and Louisa, the only other people she follows are horse or animal accounts.

The cafeteria is buzzing with the usual morning chaos—students laughing, chairs scraping against the tiled floor, the smell of burnt coffee and greasy hash browns thick in the air. But I barely notice any of it. I’m sitting at one of the smaller tables, a cinnamon roll in front of me, untouched. I ordered it because cinnamon is one of the only human flavors I can still taste. Achilles has yet to tell me what else I can enjoy, but I’m fine with that. For now, this is enough.

Grandma smiles, “That’s exactly what it is.” When breakfast was done, those of us who were already up ate breakfast. I let Luke sleep because I really wanted him to be able to function with a clear head this evening. I knew he hadn’t had enough sleep yet. As we ate breakfast, many of the alliance members came in from the guest house and smiled at the smell of bacon. I chuckled, “Bacon makes everything better.” Cedric sat at the dining room table, “That would be absolutely correct. After that amazing dinner last night, I am anxious to try your grandmother’s breakfast.” Just then, grandma sat a huge pan of piping hot homemade cinnamon rolls in the middle of the table. She bent down behind me a

I love cinnamon rolls, in general, I love sweet things, like cakes or chocolates, so my mom made this breakfast especially for me because she knows I like it. Having a nice breakfast with all my loved ones, we finally finished with a cake that my mom brings from the kitchen after eating the cinnamon rolls. Turning off the lights, all the members of my family surround me, and lighting the candles on the birthday cake, they clap their hands and sing me a birthday song. Amid smiles, I wait for them to finish the song before blowing out the candles, making three wishes in my mind. When it's all over, I agree to eat a small piece of cake, I would never say no to something sweet. But looking at th

I folded the list and tucked it into my pocket, next to the sticky note she'd given me yesterday. Derek appeared at my desk around noon with a tray of something that smelled like cinnamon and burnt sugar. "New recipe. Cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting. I need a rating before Michael eats them all." I took a bite. The frosting was sweet and the dough was soft, and it was the first thing I'd eaten all day that didn't taste like cardboard. "Nine. This is a nine."