Mrs Muffins Novels & Stories

Her hair was long and Ana caught the woman flipping her hair every three seconds. Ana couldn't help but pout a little as she came to drop the saucer on the glass table. “Here is your coffee Miss.” Ana told the woman and looking at her up close Ana thought she had seen her somewhere. “Eliza, meet Ms Robinson, my personal assistant.” Jack had his perfect billion dollar smile when he looked at Ana. “She is beautiful.” Eliza looked at Ana wearing a mischievous but also a judgy smile.

Mom loves social media, but her house is far from technologically advanced. I pull out a blueberry lemon muffin and peel off the wrapper. I sit at my table so I don’t get crumbs all over the floor. Even though I have a team of people to keep my house clean, I don’t like making messes. My older brother Weston tells me I shouldn’t worry about it, that it creates job security for my workers. I guess he has a point, but I’m still a bit of a neat freak. The sweet and tart flavors of the muffin dance around on my tastebuds. “This muffin is good, Mom,” I say after I’ve chewed and swallowed my first bite.

"What brings you here?" "The Alpha told me to drop by, but I woke up early anyway. Cel was prancing away in my head, talking about how she thought we needed to be up early. You know, for an older wolf, she still acts like a pup sometimes. I think she keeps me young. Anyways, girls, since Cel made me get up so early, I baked some muffins, and I brought the good coffee." Mrs. Thompson rummaged around in her basket, producing a giant thermos and an overflowing plate of muffins. "We have apple cinnamon with a streusel topping and pumpkin muffins."

I walk to the kitchen greeting everyone on the way and make him his cup of coffee and warm up his favourite blueberry muffin. As I exit the kitchen Mandy, the Human Resources lady walks in, “Oh, hi Mand’s. How was your evening?” She stares at my face for a brief second before she talks, “Great thank you and yours?” she smiles. I think about the events of the evening before I shake them off and give her a reassuring smile, “Not too bad, thank you. I'm sorry I need to get this on Jet’s desk before he arrives.

I accepted my smoothie with a thanks while the girl packed three muffins in a paper bag. “Hey, Katy right?” I turned at the sound of my name and drew to a pause. “Hello” I mumbled when I finally found my voice. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised to see her, as her office is a few blocks down as well. I was beginning to think she had a think for high pony. Decked out in another pantsuit, a dark pink this time, Maureen was the picture of cooperate elegance. “The usual?” The barrister asked from behind to which Maureen inclined her head in acceptance.

I arranged them on a platter and we went back downstairs. Alpha Matthew decided that since we had two more alphas coming to help plan, we moved to the conference room. I put the platter of muffins in the middle of the table, “Brain food. There is nothing like sugar to get the brain firing on all cylinders.” Alpha Matthew agreed, “Natural and refined sugars. These are going to be awesome.” I laughed, “Save some for our guests.” He gasped, “I only took one. I will wait until everyone else has had one before I go for another one.” I just shook my head and chuckled, “I know you guys like them and if we need more, I have more still frozen at home. If I need to, I can go home and heat more, but th

she asked. “ I have no idea,” I told her honestly I went into the kitchen to grab one of that fresh muffins that Jess the Omega usually bakes every morning. Soon as I walked in she place two big chocolate chip muffins on a plate for me with hot chocolate on the side “ Thanks honey” I sat by the window enjoying my sweet when I saw Winston running across the yard.

Marcus slides into the seat across from me, looking out of place in the sterile cafeteria light. Dark sweater, whiskey-brown eyes, his presence cutting through the buzz like gravity. He sets a muffin down in front of me. Blueberry, slightly squashed. “You haven’t eaten.” “I’m drinking coffee.” “Coffee doesn’t count. That’s like saying tequila counts as dinner.” “Sometimes it does.” His mouth quirks, but the shadows under his eyes don’t lift. “You’re not okay.” “No one’s okay right now,” I mutter, but I take a bite of the muffin anyway. Sweet, dense, tart blueberries bursting against my tongue. My throat tightens because he knew I needed food, even when I didn’t realize it myself.

said Emmy stubbornly without a smile on her cute face. William scratched his head, then sighed, "Whatever!" He also remembered the sweet girl's favorite blueberry jam-filled muffin. "Try the muffins made by Chef Juno, my home chef. Maybe you like them. Other menus are fine, too! Anyway, accompany me for breakfast, and this is my next order when I don't have work abroad, understand?!"

, he said with a wink. He deposited me safely on the dining chair. He went to the fridge to reheat the food prepared by Mrs Morgan. She prepares exquisite food and I love it when she makes muffins. "It seems today is your lucky day. Mrs Morgan had prepared you muffins", he said. "Really?", I asked instantly perked up. I polished off three muffins which were fucking perfect. He watched me amused. "You are certainly hungry today. You didn't even offer me one", he said with a smile.