Natsuki Cupcake Novels & Stories

Nate interrupted, and Nola and the woman giggled. “Well it's a pleasure to meet you Nola and Nathan. You can call me Mrs. Lewis,” the woman introduced herself and the children smiled. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Lewis,” they said in unison. “Anyway, we're here to sell cupcakes for our school charity. Could I interest you in a dozen or 2?” Nola beamed and the woman's heart melt at how cute the two little pumpkins were. “Umm, are you two here alone? Where is your chaperone?” She asked, looking over the kids' shoulders.

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

Natasha shook her head. “Alright. I’ll be right back.” She turned and head to the empty counter. A white boy with freckles popped his head out as she approaches the counter. “Hello. That is one gorgeous trousers,” he said and she smiled, looking down at her trousers. “Thanks. I’ve been having second thoughts about it.” “Well, you shouldn’t. How may I help you?” He asked. “One chocolate ice cream and two strawberry ice cream to go please,” she said. “One chocolate ice cream and two strawberry ice cream coming up right now,” the boy said and turned around to get her orders. He walked away to the ice cream machine to get her orders. When he got back, Natasha was leaning to the counter, tapping

"See," "You made cupcakes,” He said. “They look nice," "Won't you try them out?” She tilted her head to the side. “Nana taught me how to make nice cupcakes. I’m sure you'll love them. I made them all in different flavors," "No, thanks,” He pecked her cheeks. “I don't take sugar," "At all?” She asked, her mood dropping. "Nope," He smiled at her. “Okay, let’s do this,” He pinched her cheeks when he noticed her foul mood. “Why don't you package them for me? I’ll have them all tomorrow at the warehouse,"

“We’re not done with the interviews yet.” I glare at her. “It’s my period. It’s horrible.” “Let’s get you something to eat before you faint,” she suggests and begins to drag me to the food counter. “Oh, there are cupcakes!” A wave of nausea washes over me. I wave my hand, bringing the other to cover my mouth. “No, not cupcakes.” Confusion crosses her face, which is not surprising. “I’ve never heard you say no to cupcakes.” Then out of nowhere, her eyes widen, and she grabs my arm pulling me aside. Her voice drops to a whisper, “Natalie… are you—”

Sofia was very beautiful, friendly, and kind-hearted. “I understand why Aldo could fall in love with her.” Nisa smiled, handing over the bouquet of chrysanthemums she had brought. “Hey, Auntie. Who are you?” Nata’s small voice made Nisa turn her gaze to her. “Hi, you must be Nata, I brought you a chocolate cake, for you!” Upon hearing her favorite chocolate cake, Nata immediately smiled. “Chocolate cake? Where’s the cake, Auntie?” Nisa handed over a small plastic box containing the chocolate cake to Nata.

Not that he can ever stop the crap that comes out my mouth when it comes to her, it’s impulsive, like breathing or throwing up when you drink too much. “Are you on your way home already?” Over the phone she has the sort of sweet girly voice that is used in cartoons for romantic heroines and Disney princesses. I have to curb the urge to eye roll, picturing that bright curly brown hair and elfin-like pale face. I can almost see her in her baking apron decorating cupcakes as birds clean the kitchen and I slump down in my seat to rest my chin on my hand on the windowsill, staring at passing scenery in complete irritation. Natasha is the gray cloud to my sunshine, even on the brightest day.

In fact, it never mattered to her when it came to anyone and not just only her friends or close ones. Nina was talking to Danica when her nostrils got filled with the delicious smell of cupcakes. She turned her head and saw one of the chefs taking out freshly made tasty tasty cupcakes from the oven. They looked delicious. Her mouth watered immediately and her obsession for cakes returned back. But in order to look professional, she decided to go against her tummy’s desire and looked away from those cupcakes. “Nina….Danica, come here,” she heard someone calling her and Danica. It was that chef who had just made those cupcakes. He was the oldest chef there and the oldest member of their staff.

“Seems like it.” “Alrighty.” Nancy moved to the display case and placed two cream puffs into a white paper box. Folding the lid inward, she explained, “Sush doesn’t take more caffeine when she’s stressed like that. In the last few months when she looked like she was losing it, I normally treated her to one of these babies or matcha cupcakes. Since the cupcakes are sold out, this is our only option.” As Nancy jabbed the numbers on the cash register, she asked, “She sent you to get them?” “No,” Greg replied curtly, placing a note on the counter and saying, “Keep the change.”

Nat nodded at her mockingly, making the other two chuckle. "Anywho, can we bake again today? You once told me you knew how to make cupcakes too the last time we made cookies together. Can we please try cupcakes today? I mean, if you want. It's totally up to you to do whatever you want," Natalia rambled on. Trinity chuckled. "I don't see why not. We can definitely make a lot of cupcakes. In fact, let's make 'em and then we can go to the orphanage to give them some too. The girls will love it."