Natsuki Cupcake Novels & Stories

She said, dancing her brows. “Your stubborn ass would want the monster.” I paid the vendor and knocked down the three shots with ease. He handed Demetria the medium-sized stuffed monster animal. She snuggled it, and her smile made it worth it. “Now, cupcakes, let’s go,” she said. As a baker, she really has a sweet tooth.

"hello cupcake going somewhere? " I turned around to find the source of the voice The guy who was standing there was smirking at me he had pale skin beautiful ice-blue eyes and jet-black hair with beautiful lips "Who are you" He smirked in my direction "common cupcake why don't we take a walk I'll tell you everything you wanna know " "Who are you?" I asked again He started walking towards me I started stepping back He is extremely good looking but he is a creeper "common cupcake come with me," he said in a melodious voice with glowing eyes

In that instant, I understood that this ritual was not about the cup or its contents; it was about the bond we were forging, a bond built on trust, love, and shared experiences. With a deep breath, I brought the cup to my lips and took a sip. The liquid was cool and refreshing, its taste a delicate blend of flavors. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted before, and its uniqueness seemed to mirror the profoundness of the moment. As the liquid flowed down my throat, I felt a sense of unity, a connection to Alpha Nate and our shared destiny.

They always let me attend to them, due to my patience and tolerance levels and above all how l just don't care. Clearing my throat. "What can l get you?" Fishing for my notepad in my apron and flip it through to a fresh page and then looks up to meet their faces worse more Rachael's eyes, the queen of campus so she calls herself. "Burgers and fries and beer will be fine." Lucas breaks the silence "How's the cutie doing today." One of the team members asks l smile just at the mention of Kayla brings me happiness "She's fine thanks for asking." I politely reply.

That never happened. I was busy with a cupcake order when I got a call from the hospital. My shop assistant Mika was helping me with packing the cupcakes into boxes . They were for another kids birthday party and the packaging had to be specific because some kids at the day care centre had nut allergies and some didn't and they loved the peanut butter and chocolate frosting.

"May I bring you something? Tea, or some late supper?" Despite her mood, Nat felt a rush of affection for kind little Lila. She was so earnest about supporting her any way she could. Nat suspected Luca had a hand in prodding the shy wolf to check in on her tonight. "You're alright, Lila," Nat assured her. "But I wouldn't say no to some tea. And maybe more of those honey oatcakes, if there are any left." Lila's face lit up. "Of course! I'll fetch them right away."

It was a half hour later when Chan stared with disbelief at the cupcake that looked very much like a cup of hot chocolate in front of her. It was beautifully made with white fondant as the cup and handle and the chocolate meringue as the hot chocolate. On top of this sat a pretty little candle. “What is it for?” she asked, pointing chopsticks at it. “It’s your birthday cake,” replied Dara proudly. “Since you made it quite clear you don’t want a party or fancy birthday cake with the number twenty-five on top of it, Soriya and I made an executive decision we’d just go with the cupcake.”

Letting her go was supposed to be right, but now I wasn’t sure. A few days later, we visited a bakery to taste cakes. The shop smelled like sugar and vanilla, with samples lined up on a counter. Natasha tried a lemon cake and grinned. “This is it,” she said, holding out a forkful. “Try it, Stefan.” I took a bite, nodding. “It’s good. Let’s go with that.” She laughed, smearing a bit of frosting on her finger and joking about saving it for the wedding. Her excitement pulled me in, and I smiled, caught up in the moment. “You’re really into this,” I said.

“Since we will be having tea together, I thought of baking some cupcakes.” “None of us eat sugar here,” Maria interrupted with a stern face. It was evident that, regardless of how I presented myself, she was focused on damaging my reputation. I wouldn’t let that happen. I smiled. “Of course, I know that. That’s why there’s no sugar in these cupcakes. The blueberry flavor adds a little sweet taste to it, that’s all.” “It smells good. I don’t think a little sugar will make me fat,” Calista pointed at her figure, and the others laughed.

Brie argued. Vivian held up a spoon. “I literally had to scrape icing off the wall. That should count as two extra trays.” “Ten it is,” I said with a tired laugh. It felt good—this messy, stupid chaos. The kind that didn’t hurt. The kind that made you forget everything else for a while. Luna had finally given up and curled beneath the table like a defeated war general. A cupcake sat balanced between her paws, untouched. “I don’t want to eat any of them,” Brie said, looking over the spread. “They’re too pretty. I feel like I’d be destroying art.”