Mrs Muffins Novels & Stories

Must be from the garden. The aroma of grilled chicken wafted into my nostrils, making me salivate. A chubby woman who looked to be in her late sixties emerged from a white door at one end of the living room. She was dressed in a yellow flare dress with white and red flowery designs, an apron concealing its front part. Black flats adorned her feet. Her auburn hair was tied in a ponytail, exposing her pretty heart-shaped face. She directed a toothy smile at the man, whose hand was still holding mine.

Yes at first, I had wanted her to take it easy and not overwhelm herself but now I think it's best that she has something to do. My mom loves being active and as her daughter, it's best I let her be. She might find a new passion and I can't stand in the way of that. Red velvet, chocolate and vanilla muffins, that's what I decided to make. Sweet and delicious, the whole kitchen felt warm and inviting. ' If only I had company.' I think to myself as I wait for the muffins in the oven.

Zella jokingly assured her that the party would be extravagant. “Oh, my mom! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it later,” Sofia said with a smile. Earlier, Sofia had received a text from her mom reminding her to bring food home. She didn’t bother replying since she was busy helping with the organizer. At 24 years old, Paloma Sofia Santos had already gone through many hardships. One of these was her mother falling ill. She had also worked various jobs over the years. Growing up in poverty, Paloma Sofia was determined to escape it. She didn’t want her and her mother to suffer for the rest of their lives. She did everything to ensure their survival.

Especially as she observed how strained her mum was talking about it. "You know it's an hour drive to Greenville, we should leave home before 10:00 a.m." she continued as she made herself a healthy breakfast of brown toast, avocado and boiled eggs with freshly pressed orange juice. Her mother declined when she offered her some, she just drank coffee with heavy cream. "I have already showered, once I bring out the muffins from the oven I would get dressed, they might get burnt if I leave them unattended to." The oven timer popped minutes later announcing that the muffin was ready, she took a clean rag from the cupboard rail, opened her oven and brought the perfectly baked muffins out. This wa

Seeing this, Alexa West couldn't help pulling her arm: "Sister, just eat some, sis" "I said I'm not eating!" Rachel West waved her away irritably, she was so weak that she was about to fall down, and she didn't use much force, but Alexa West suddenly fell on the table exaggeratedly, and the chicken and broccoli stir fry in her hand touched the edge of the table.

“Moira, you continue to outdo yourself,” my voice came out muffled as muffin crumbs fell from my mouth as I spoke and I winced, glancing around to make sure no one had seen. Some habits are harder to break than others. She'd added a cinnamon crumble to the tops of her blueberry muffins, and I found myself moaning softly from the taste. “Dear, you are too kind,” she busied herself mixing the batter for her next creation.

she said surprising me. The delivery guy had told me Melissa Demanded he stop bringing food for her because she could prepare her own meal. I had doubted that and thought she doesn't like their food so I was going to get another restaurant to deliver for her tomorrow. Didn't know she could actually prepare a meal. I stare at her surprised and she smiled placing the tray on my bedside stool. "Mark got me a cooking recipe book and showed me the channel I could learn how to do the chores and make my meals. I became too bored and had to beg him to" she said happily and I nodded, proud of her.

‘’Many orders have come for these muffins since today,’’ he said. I grabbed my cup of latte and sipped it. This particular flavour was a new addition to our collection, and it had been doing extremely well on the charts. It was not hard to see why. I looked up at the lounge and I could see about ten customers. The lady with the short brown hair who visited frequently was at her spot, bent over her laptop with her headphones over her ears and bobbing her head from side to side to some music. She was a curious person, but I enjoyed watching her come up every morning with her beautiful smile. ‘’I’ll be stepping out for a bit, Phil.’’

I accepted his marriage offer to be with my childhood sweetheart. Although he doesn't give me much attention and acts cold towards me, at least he eats every food I cook. A smile breaks on my face when I remember how he eats everything and leaves no crumb. I walk over to the oven and bring out my freshly baked muffins. Its sweet aroma engulfs my nose, and I sway my hips in delight. “Good morning, Madam Sarah. You are up so early today. What is the occasion?" Mrs Smith enters the kitchen with a surprised look on her face. She is the chef of the house and a very nice woman at her job.

says Matron Mary Ann. “Aubrey, you brought muffins too, right? Bring them here so we can compare both,” Matron Constance says. I walk towards the desk carrying five blueberry muffins on a platter. Melody looks at me up and down with contempt as if we weren’t wearing the exact same uniform; Alice looks at me the same way once I reach her side. Each Matron grabs one of my blueberry muffins and takes a generous bite. Eliza reaches her hand to grab one and the minute she tastes it her eyes open wide as the flavor reaches her palate and then she immediately takes a second bite.