Rainbow Dash Cupcakes Novels & Stories

Emma also focuses upon her pancakes and then at other things. After a few minutes as Emma opens the cupcake box, Shawn feels tempted with the mouthwatering chocolate cupcakes with strawberry cream having sprinkler balls, butterscotch cream and a caramel chocolate at top and a green cream with white chocolate ball. Her box had three different flavours each having two pieces and Shawn gulped hard. He reaches for one of the cupcakes feeling water filling his mouth when Emma snaps at his hand and he hiss. “Shawn… I know you don't like so much sugar consumption. So, you are not getting the cupcakes, it's all for me”, saying she takes a bite of her cupcake and he gasps.

“But it’s nice. Seeing that side of him. The side that just wants to be there.” Upstairs, a drill whirred, followed by Charles’s triumphant “Got it!” and Maverick’s quieter “Nice one.” Raina grinned. “Sounds like the boys are almost done. We should finish these cupcakes so we can have something to celebrate with.” They worked in companionable quiet for a while, pouring batter into liners, sliding trays into the oven, setting timers. The kitchen filled with the bright citrus scent of lemon zest and the warm sweetness of blueberries bursting in the heat.

They began to crumble beneath him. My mate is so strong. "A cupcake," I quipped until I leaned in closer to tell him a secret. "A danger cupcake," I giggled. Danger cupcakes were special. Sometimes they had cinnamon or topped with peppermint, giving them a little kick in the patootie in your mouth.

He was now standing beside me observing my every movement. "I never knew that you can make cupcakes. You never told me that." "Well, I thought you knew everything about me," I narrowed my eyes on him remembering his words last night. "I missed out on this part, obviously." He pinched on my cheek. "Actually, I was the one who starts the idea of selling cupcakes in Scarlet's coffee shop and I taught her how to do it. We started selling it in a small amount at first then when it got more requests day by day we decided to make it as one of the coffee shop's signature desserts." I told him the small secret that he seems not aware of.

Arrigo cleared his throat, confidently speaking, "for the cupcake I went for a more fairy tale look. As you can see I used pink icing, with a sprinkle of sprinkles and a touch of magic." "A touch of magic? Do you think I'm 5 years old?" "... But you are five years old." "Silence. Pink icing? More like pink disappointment. Look at how it's so untidily applied, it's trying to escape from the monstrosity of a cupcake you've baked. A sprinkle of sprinkles? You poured the whole bottle, contestant daddy. A touch of magic is nothing except the glitter that you stole from my tea set, don't think I didn't see you, contestant daddy. What do you have to say for yourself?"

“Not when she falls asleep after eating. What else is on the menu besides nuggets and ice cream?” “Is a fruit cup fine? They have one that has honey as the dressing and whipped cream.” “What kind of fruit does it have?” “Strawberries, oranges, pineapples, grapes and blueberries. The grapes are seedless and it kind of looks like a rainbow in a cup.” “Then it's fine.” “What are you getting?” “All the meat they have to offer and a chocolate milkshake.” “I was expecting you to get an Oreo one instead of plain chocolate.”

God, we all were. In the span of a minute, Kel is back to her cheery self. “Hey, stop pouting. I’m good. Let’s eat!” she says, looping her arm through mine. We sit at a nearby table and she dishes out over large cupcakes with vanilla, lemon, and chocolate frosting on them. My stomach growls in appreciation. “Oh, yes,” I say, then bite into the nearest one.

Kurt knew the feeling of being alone so he started thinking of a way to cheer her up. “Come with me to the kitchen. I’ll show you something.” He smiled and held Annika’s hand. “Sit here.” Kurt made Annika wait in the kitchen countertop. Annika was getting curious. Kurt was busy getting some ingredients. He was talking to himself “Hmmm. What else do I need?” He was planning to bake red velvet cupcakes for Annika. He checked the ingredients one more time to see if he missed something. For the cupcake: Flour, unsweetened cocoa powder, baking soda, salt, butter, eggs, milk, vanilla extract, and red food coloring. For the vanilla cream cheese frosting: Cream cheese, butter, vanilla extract, and c

Behind the glass: rainbow sprinkles, chunks of chocolate, neon pink swirls—pure childhood nostalgia and date-night temptation. Kade leaned close to the window, smirk cocked sideways. “Two scoops. Strawberry cream for the lady…” he glanced at her with a look that could melt more than ice, “…since she’s all sugar and just the right kind of messy.” She narrowed her eyes, playful. “Careful, cowboy. You start sweet-talking like that, I’ll make you share.” “Oh I dare you.” He turned to the vendor. “And watermelon blast for me. Extra wild.”

I asked, the wet warmth on my thighs was a testament. “I’m not exactly thrilled that you did that, but you still need to eat,” I countered. “Fine, then, I want a cupcake. Red Velvet. With pink rosewater buttercream frosting, with extra rainbow sprinkles.” The specific item was a weapon. It was ridiculous, and entirely human. A demand for a small, sweet ritual in a place of endings. I crossed my arms, The carpet beneath my wet feet was unforgiving A muscle twitched in my jaw “A cupcake,” I repeated her words, tasting their absurdity.