Mrs Muffins Novels & Stories

she asks, suddenly wanting something sweet. “No, but I’ve bought in some chocolate muffins. I added some grounded red chillies as that is the way we like them. But I don’t think they are liked as they are not being eaten” Nancy explains. River stands up and walks around her desk. “Where are they?” she asks “I put them in the kitchen” Nancy says and River walks out and goes into the staffroom kitchen in search of the muffins.

Yes,I'm pretty sure that you're hungry just like I am" "Very hungry but I need some coffee first" "It's already made.Your coffee is on the table with a half blueberry and banana muffin" "Half?" Sophia asked confused by the thought of it. "You mean you ate half of it?" Jennifer laughs. "No,I literally made a muffin that's half blueberry and half banana" Jacob slowly opens the bathroom door hearing Jennifer and Sophia talking in the kitchen.He slowly walked out of the bathroom as the wood floor made a noise.

It felt like you could have family moments here, where the dining room seemed too formal and suffocating, never allowing for enjoyment. “Today… is a good day…” I struggled to get out as I was taking a large bite of the muffin. My eyes were closed as I fully took in the taste. Strawberry muffins had to be my ultimate favorite food. There was something about the way our chef made them, they completed me! They were dense but fluffy, packed with flavour, and had some type of magical crumble moment happening on top that was about as addictive as you could get.

Our last session was kind of brutal, and my tutor did not hold back. Do you know what I dislike most about you, Sarah? Ouch. Yeah, that still stings. I bend down and inhale the warm air around my muffin, suddenly desperate for a distraction. Apple and cinnamon. My eyes drift closed, and my heart pounds. If my stomach growls any louder, the librarians will shush me. This will be the best muffin I've ever tasted. I know it already. It could be a stale, overly sugary lump, and it would still be true.

I nod, my lips trembling, unable to hold back the drops that bead at the edge of my eyes. Celia leads him to my room and the four of us settle on my bed. Clara unveils the muffins under the bell on the plate she's brought. - Oh my goddess!" raves Raphaël. They're my guilty pleasure. - I hope they're good, it's the first time Clarissa hasn't helped me cook. Clara's muffins were delicious. She had made two flavors and both were incredible. We all complimented her and asked for her recipe. She turned red, but was proud of herself.

Julia came out of the kitchen and smiled at the biker. “Oh, you want the Velvet special today?” He nodded politely, then turned his head back to me. “I hope the muffin was made by Lena?” I froze for a second. “Of course... Lena handles most of our bakery items. She is a goddess in the kitchen. Unfortunately, there is no more muffin available unless Lena can make a fresh one for you.” Julia said, flashing him a professional smile.

Maybe he didn’t hate me after all. Just then, the door opened and Mrs. Jose, Erin’s mother, walked in with a tray of muffins. “Oh, you’re up!” she said, surprised. “I was going to leave these for Erin, but since you’re awake, you can have them. they have medicinal herbs in them. It’s going to help you get better,” she said, dropping the tray of muffins on a table before leaving the room. And that was Mrs. Jose for you—always kind.

“I made this muffin for you grandma, I know you liked it.” “Oh, really?” Zoey placed the small box of muffin on Mrs Desmund’s lap. Just like a kid, Mrs Desmund licked her lips as she looked at the muffin. Zoey giggled seeing her grandma’s adorable reaction. “But you have to only eat one as it will be lunch time soon.” Mrs Desmund’s shoulders sagged and pouted. She lifted her hand and made a gesture to let her have two muffins, using her two forefingers.

Raven, dressed in a simple white apron over her purple sundress, moved gracefully around the kitchen. The scent of sizzling bacon filled the air, accompanied by the rich aroma of coffee brewing as she whisked eggs in a bowl. She was making breakfast for everyone, scrambled eggs with fresh herbs, crispy bacon, golden hash browns, and fluffy pancakes topped with sliced strawberries and whipped cream. Mason stood by the entrance, watching as she worked her magic, flipping pancakes and stirring the eggs. She wanted to help in any way she could. After all, Charles had just returned home from the hospital, and her bestie needed all the love and support she could get now.

"If she dares to be a mistress and destroys other people's families, why doesn't she admit it now? She even claims she is the wife. How shameless!" As the murmurs of disapproval grew around me, the male teacher who'd defended me looked so embarrassed. Even the attending officials gazed at me with disdain. "I never expected Mrs. Woolf to be so shameful! If she really married Harlan, why didn't she have a wedding?" "It's no wonder the students are so angry. Having someone like her in the teaching profession would indeed harm the children." I realized then that if I didn't clarify things today, I would forever be branded a mistress.