Urban Dictionary: Cinnamon Roll Novels & Stories

" How do I know what I might like and what I probably might not like?" " Yeah. I can relate to that. You are yet to spend time here. But don't worry. Very soon, you will get used to this place. " She took out the snack from the box. " This is a cheese roll. If you eat these with a bowl of soup, you will want them forever. " " What's cheese roll?" Dulce asked, picking a roll. " Cheese roll is just a popular New Zealander snack consisting of rolled-up pieces of crustless white bread filled with cheese and onions. The combination is then grilled and topped with butter. The dish can be found at numerous cafeterias and similar food joints throughout New Zealand."

It was busy enough that people were too focused on their own lives to pay attention to two young men walking side by side. Rowan kept his cap pulled low, but his eyes were everywhere, taking everything in. I pointed out landmarks as we walked; the oldest building in Silverhaven, the bridge where I'd once fallen into the river during a training exercise, the bakery that made the best cinnamon rolls I'd ever tasted. "Cinnamon rolls?" Rowan asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You won't understand until you try one." We stopped at the bakery, and I ordered two rolls and two cups of hot cider. The woman behind the counter smiled at me when she recognised me. I was a regular before I finally

He walked outside and knew the wolves were still there when he didn’t come right back in. I pulled the cream cheese frosting that I made last night out of the refrigerator just in time for the oven timer to go off. I opened the oven, and the cinnamon rolls were perfect. I pulled them out of the oven and iced them. I smiled to myself, knowing Aidinth is going to love these. As soon as I had all the omelets ready, I told the guys to come in and eat. They all went to the sink to wash their hands and took a long look at the cinnamon rolls. Ramiel was giving Kemuel a hard time because he couldn’t keep his eye off the cinnamon rolls. Kemuel laughed, “I haven’t had homemade cinnamon rolls in so lon

My younger brother for his part walks ahead of me, and without saying anything to me, sits down first at the table to eat; Vinnie is quite cold and easily angered, so I don't take it to heart, I know my silly brother is an idiot but deep down in his twisted heart he wishes me a happy birthday. Receiving more congratulations from my family, my mom serves us the special breakfast she prepared for me on the morning of my birthday, which is delicious freshly baked homemade cinnamon rolls. I love cinnamon rolls, in general, I love sweet things, like cakes or chocolates, so my mom made this breakfast especially for me because she knows I like it.

Cedric murmured into her hair as he hugged her from behind where she stood facing the oven. Anne smiled patting his cheek lovingly, "anything to fill my boys up." Releasing her from his hold, he grabbed one of the rolls moaning softly as he took a bite. Cinnamon rolls were Cedric's favorite. Anne watched him with her heart fluttering, she loved them all equally like they were hers. Just as Cedric finished devouring the roll he took, howls of his brother sifted into the kitchen. Cedric face fell immediately, giving Anne a look like she had betrayed him. "I should have known you wouldn't make all of this goodies for just me." He pouted.

I made sure to ask to amuse my wolf, who asked about dessert. "My apologies, Your Highness," she said, then she paused a moment before continuing. "We have not started preparing dessert just yet. However, we are preparing cinnamon rolls, Your Highness. When we do prepare dessert, I will let you know what the selection is, unless you have a suggestion." 'That scent is not cinnamon rolls. If they're not making dessert, where is the scent coming from? Follow it!' (Cash insisted)

Then came the cinnamon, warm and earthy. When the first trays of lemon-cinnamon rolls went into the oven, Amora leaned against the counter and waited. Slowly, the scent began to drift. It snaked out of the kitchen, through the open front door, and onto the sidewalk of Norwood Green. It was a magnetic smell—sweet, spicy, and full of home. Amora was busy wiping down the marble slab when she heard the bell above the door chime. She looked up, surprised. The "Open" sign wasn't even up yet.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about the cinnamon rolls.” The three trays are loaded with fluffy cinnamon rolls dripping with icing, alongside scrambled eggs with cheese, crispy bacon, fresh fruit salad, and steaming mugs of coffee. The whole meal is a mouthwatering, delicious-looking feast. “Eat,” Suzy smiles, pushing the extra tray towards me. “You look like you didn't eat much yesterday.” She is not wrong. I dig in, and the first bite of cinnamon roll is pure heaven. It's so sweet and buttery with just the right amount of spice.

The warm yellow lights cast everything in a soft glow, turning ordinary things into something magical. I found myself breathing a little deeper, letting the peace of the moment wash over me. Marcus was already at the counter, his usual teasing grin in place as he scanned the trays of goodies. He was practically drooling over the cinnamon rolls. “Two extra cinnamon rolls,” he said, his voice amused. “Backup in case Martha eats everything.” Martha rolled her eyes, laughing. “I don’t eat everything.” “Yes, you do,” Marcus shot back, holding the rolls up like trophies. “You eat enough for both of us.”

They passed a bakery. “Daddy, I want a cinnamon roll please.” Theresa smiled widely. “Ouu, I love those too. Do you know why?” Wayne smiled at his daughter. “Because that’s how Mommy and Daddy met.” Theresa said brightly and Rose smiled. “Yes baby, Mommy and Daddy met because of Cinnamon….. rolls.” Rose said softly.