Natsuki Cupcake Novels & Stories

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?"

Natasha asked, scrambling across the floor, grabbing all of the paper cups that had been trampled on. “Oh yeah, I met a few nice people. Nobody I liked, if that’s what you mean. Your friend Kacie was nice, though,” Emma replied, the mention of my mate causing my ears to perk up. However, I remained facing the counter, cutting up the vegetables, but listening intently. “Kacie is lovely,” agreed Natasha, clearing her throat subtly. I could feel her eyes burning the back of my head, silently begging for confirmation on how much she could say, and I sighed heavily, turning.

she said, smiling sweetly, “for five Pocky sticks.” Takuto nearly dropped his abacus. “Five? That’s a 400% markup! Ridiculous!” She shrugged. “Take it or leave it. Word on the playground is Teacher Sayaka’s bringing pudding cups tomorrow.” Pudding cups. He shuddered. Pudding cups were the status snack. Soft. Sweet. Velvety. Rare. The kind of snack that, if secured early, could give someone total dominance over the market for days—maybe even weeks.

I stutter, not remembering her name. “It’s me, Natalie from yoga class!” In about thirty minutes, Natalie has given me the history and gossip of every Alpha and Luna in the gala and I’m a bit grateful for her because she entertained me when I would have been bored. Until she started saying nonsense about me. “You know I heard that you have cancer and you’ll die soon, are you sure you are fit to be Luna of this pack ?” “Who is this stupid useless Luna that thinks she can insult us!” Koko growls.

"Well, now that that's done, I need to get to frosting these cupcakes. Once I get them done, I'm going to go down to the shop, get started on Natalie's birthday cake." Rafe sat down next to his sister on the couch and they put their heads together, chatting about something involving the Foundation. I tuned them out as I got the buttercream frosting base ready. I was going for easy and simple. Not some big extravagant gesture or anything else. Just one friend saying thank you to another friend.

I carefully ask. "No it's-" "You don't have to eat all of it. Just have a taste. Don't worry, Pierro and Nicolai including loves it. I will give it to them-" "No!" He cut me off and grab the cupcake on my hand. "I will have it all" "But-" "I want sweets so these cupcakes is mine. All of these are mine"

I'm the one who has to live with the choices I make, so I'm the only one who gets a say in them from now on. ... Nate gives Emma a kiss on the cheek, making sure it's extra slobbery, and then passes her off to me. "Do you think she likes vanilla or chocolate?" Tabitha asks from behind the bakery counter. Nate's head lifts up, looking at the two cupcakes Tabitha holds out, one in each hand. "Chocolate, of course." "Nate, are you sure we want to pump her full of sugar?" I ask tentatively. Sure, she's getting older and has had sugar before, but Emma has enough energy on her own. I can't imagine what she'll be like on a full cupcake.

The girl blushes a dark shade of red, before bringing her hand to her thick curls. She opens her mouth, but then closes it back, and I raise a brow at her. "Are you alright?" I ask in a dry voice. Sophia gives me a stern look. "Don't fluster the girl any more than she is, Chris. What do you want, dear?" Give it to Soph to be nice to an absolute stranger. I bring my already cooling cup of tea to my lips, and take a sip. The girl finally speaks. "Sorry, I'm Natalia—uh, I mean Natty. You can call me Natty. Um, are you guys um—are you Christian Thompson?" Her eyes wander between us.

He took my hand as we walk to the counter to pick a cake. My eyes went wild as I saw the little old lady was putting on the icing on several penis shape cupcakes. I could feel my face was getting hot as it turned into the deepest shade of red. What the fuck? What kind of cake shop is this? I could hear Nate chuckled beside me. "Oh... my sorry dear, but I ran out of space in the back to decorate. I need to finish these for a bachelorette party this evening." The lady behind the counter look at my red face and quickly ushered me to the other side of the counter.

She slowly stood up and stared at her artwork, a fiery blaze burning in her eyes. "Natalie." Startled, Natalie spun around, and only then did she notice Susan. Seeing her alarmed, Susan hurriedly said, "Did I scare you?" "No, I was just too focused," Natalie replied. A warm smile broke out across Susan's face. "You must be tired. I cut up some fruit and baked some cupcakes. Have a taste and see if you like them." Natalie glanced at the small table. On it sat a plate of sliced fruit, as well as some cranberry-topped cupcakes.