Mrs Muffins Novels & Stories

She offered. I wrinkled up my nose and shook my head. “No thanks,” I said, “I have already taken breakfast.” “Well, that’s where brunch comes in,” she said with a laugh, “I have got some banana nut muffins in the oven now.” “Oh, that is what I smell! It smells so heavenly. But no coffee for me please, it has been upsetting my stomach lately.” I saw a funny look cross over her face, I blinked, and it was gone with her smile back in place.

I need some tea and something sweet and I know the perfect place. “Who pissed you off Luna?” Mrs Paula asks. “Just a couple of stupidly irritating men.” I answer. Mrs Paula hands me a nice steaming cup of tea and my favourite muffin. I walk over to my usual seat and start tearing at the muffin popping pieces of it into my mouth. This has to be my favourite little cafe. Mrs Paula makes the best pastries and I know that she is still trying to find someone to fill Tia’s shoes.

A sweet woman in her early sixties with silver curls and the patience of a saint, married to a man who had the opposite of both. I pulled the door open and smiled. “Good morning, Mrs. Cally.” “Morning, sweetheart,” she said, her voice warm as she held a paper bag in her hand. “I brought you some muffins. Just baked them.” I felt my stomach growl, but I smiled politely. “You didn’t have to.”

"If they can't meet that timeline, we walk." I returned his wave before diving into work. The morning rush kept me busy enough that I almost forgot about yesterday. "Madison," Mrs. Grayson called from her usual spot by the window. "A word, if you please." I plastered on my customer service smile and approached her table. "Good morning, Mrs. Grayson. How can I help you?" "These muffins." She gestured to the blueberry muffin on her plate like it had personally offended her. "They're soggy."

He added and we laughed at him. “Muff doesn’t like talking to other people,” Mich said and these three men were open-mouthed. “Ironic how she’s an engineer who needs to socialize with her clients and her workers right? Also, she owns a cafe where she always takes over as a cashier or sometimes even serves her customers,” Krys added.

"Come to think of it. I just now realized you're an A-plus, too. I'm rooting for you, Mrs. Greyson." Her forehead scrunched for a while, contemplating what he was talking about. But it didn't take long before the idea girdled in her mind. She demurely clamped her hand onto the buckle of her trench coat and opened her mouth again to respond. "Sure thing," Chloe smiled sheepishly before nodding confidently. "I know I'm smart but thanks for the compliment, anyway." So then it was a cue for Ira to look back at his wife. Now with rapt attention that made her heart hammered voraciously inside her chest. She could also feel her knees quivering as if they were turning into jellies. Holy motherf*ckin

She says and I keep my gaze fixated on my busy hands, washing pans and bowls. I hadn't mentioned to Mr. Robinson about my college issues but I guess I'm a little too late. "What the hell? You're a dropout?" He says and he marches to my side in no time. "Oh. And I only take coffee with cream and sugar....maid." She says and walks away muttering, "Ha! Marcella Jensen in an apron. Priceless." "Answer me." Mr. Robinson demands, standing beside me and I keep busy as I answer him,

The day can’t get any better if there are muffins. Hilda and Dash sprang up and hugged us tightly. Susanna was very glad to see Kane but there was sadness in her smile for Ian. Because of me she had lost two sons and I felt guilty about it but that didn’t stop Susanna from showering me with muffins. “You’ve chosen well, my dear,” Susanna said, smiling as always, as we settled down on her mini dining table with the kids stuffing themselves with more muffins and me relaxing down on one.

MissyBakes uploaded a new reel. I had scheduled the video the night before. It showed how to make soft cinnamon rolls without using a stand mixer. The account was small compared to most creators, but it was mine. No hockey interviews. No sports gossip. No questions about Chase. Just flour, sugar, warm kitchens, and people who liked watching dough rise. I smiled when I saw the first few comments. Trying this tonight. Your recipes are always so easy to follow. Please do chocolate muffins next. Tara leaned across the table. “How many followers now?”

So, the girls made it their point of duty to take her to the terrace to watch the sunset. It was their third day here and Mrs. Smith was still trying to put the new restaurant in order, so they were yet to begin work. Mel had also gotten a call from Shawn yesterday. He had asked to see her in Ten since she was on holiday. Mel decided to make muffins, his favorite muffins. She had not seen him in a long time, she needed to make this moment memorable because she knew he would be returning to College today. Jojo paused her dancing and reduced the volume of the TV. She stared down at the tray of muffins before she flashed Mel a knowing smile.