Natsuki Cupcake Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hello, Nat." Natasha's leisurely voice came from the other end. "There’s a new Rose Baking branch on West Street. They have a new Jasmine Lychee Layer Cake. Buy me three, and deliver it to Room 205 of Minkin Bar. Don’t forget the ice pack! I don’t want the cakes to melt.” Talia was speechless. "Can't you just order takeout?" "That’s your job. Are you questioning me?" Natasha's voice suddenly rose. "Know your place before you speak! You should be thankful for serving me!"

They hadn’t even shown the tip of their noses here. Nura pulled me into a corner of the kitchen, away from the hustle and bustle of the other kitchen helpers. She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a small cupcake decorated with a single unlit candle. “Happy birthday, Hazel,” she said softly, almost in a secret whisper. “This is all I could smuggle in.” My throat suddenly felt tight. A... happy birthday, for me. “Thanks, Nura.” I pretended to blow out the unlit candle, then took a whole bite of the cupcake. A low laugh like an amateur Santa Claus escaped my full mouth.

I didn’t know. “I haven’t seen her here today.” I answered honestly. “She’s probably at the cottage or the apothecary.” Natasha reached into her bag and pulled out a cookie, wrapped carefully with a napkin. “One of Marisol’s cinnamon rolls,” she said, almost apologetically. “For later.” “Nice touch.” She nodded, like I’d complimented her on a painting. “So. You mind if I sit?” she said, gesturing to the stool at my table.

she said, handing him a flier. “Ah…history, huh?” Nat muttered. He already anticipated boredom. “Yes. Talented kids. A proper event,” she said enthusiastically. “You could bring your cupcakes there,” she added. “Of course,” he said with a smile. “Have a good day, Cupcake Daddy,” she said, winking at him. Her hands were on his arms. She rubbed it suspiciously, with a leer on her eyes. Nat didn’t care. She was middle-aged; it wouldn’t even cross his mind.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I still hate your guts. I only want to come because whenever you are done with eating, we could go to visit those flying boars and start making our assignment” “Good thinking. Fine, you can come”, Mizuki agreed. Mizuki’s POV: Then we went to the cafeteria and my eyes were again stuck-on food. Most people would say that I must be on a diet or fasting judging from my slim figure but once they get to know me, they say that I’m a foodie and ask where does all the food go. Well, the only thing I could say to them is that I don’t know myself. “Hmm… what should I eat now? How about Strawberry Cheesecake Poke cake, Root Beer Pie, Dulce de Leche Lava Cake, S’mores Funnel Ca

They look good Cust 2: I want to buy some sponge cakes for my kids. Ohh, wait no. Give me those Blue cupcakes instead Cust 3: do you have any cupcakes that are fruit flavored? Oh, yes give me blueberry. They're my favorite And in less than two hours, the cupcakes were bought all. Nina's Co workers were surprised and her boss was happy that she made a great sale. Inwardly, she smiled to herself and muttered : Blue, I love you

Beli said. We went outside, and saw Natalie with a cupcake on her head and milkshake all over her clothes. A lady and a girl helped her get up. "I'm sorry, I will order this again and pay for it." "Hey, you're a princess." She said to Nat. "Mom, she's princess, Natalie." She giggled. "A very clumsy one." Nat sighed as the lady and the girl laughed. I looked closely and I realized who the woman and girl were.

As she walked in, she was hit by a scrumptious aroma of freshly baked cupcakes, despite having already eaten she felt like she wouldn't mind a bite or two. Scar's feet dragged her to the source of the amazing aroma, she found Natalie removing a bunch of freshly baked cupcakes from the oven. "Hey, you're back," Nat said, opening her arms for a hug. Scar walked to her friend and gave her a bear hug, "Yep, whatcha baking?" "Red velvet cupcakes." She grinned waving at her masterpiece. "Ohhh, that's awesome, can I have one, " Scar asked, pulling out her pouty puppy dog eye face.

Vincent asks, and I smile, “Oh, an old girlfriend of mine.” “Oh, a girl.” He repeats, seemingly relaxed now that I mentioned the person's gender. When I reach for the lunch box Natasha had pushed away, she grabs it and pushes it towards herself. "You already have sushi why do you need this?" "O-oh, I thought it'd be great to have something to eat tomorrow night since I'll be working until late." She laughs as if my excuse required ridicule. "Why can't you just ask whoever gave you the sushi to give you more?"

She was almost at the cotton candy cart when she spotted a little boy drooling over the bakery store. Shelves upon shelves of freshly baked scones, brownies, butterscotch, cheesecakes, cakes and treats were on display that Natalia felt tempted too. His cute little face was glued to the window with his hands beside his chubby cheeks. Natalia looked around but she found no guardian with him. Out of curiosity, she slowly moved towards the little boy. He didn't seem to notice as his mind was entrapped by the shelf of muffins dripping with melted chocolates...