Urban Dictionary: Cinnamon Roll Novels & Stories

He couldn't keep lying to himself. " Just give me a few seconds." she rushed into her kitchen. Luckily, she had baked some cinnamon rolls earlier this afternoon. She only had to microwave it a bit. " This is really good." He commented after eating. The tray was empty, and she laughed. " My grandmother's recipe." She said. She had looked forward to spending the weekends with her grandma because of these rolls. " I think we should define this." Nolan said, after few minutes of thinking. " Okay?" She asked.

It’s not quite dinner time and it would be nice to get to know them before interacting with them in a larger group. As soon as we entered the room and got settled, the kitchen staff laid out small sandwiches, cold cuts, crackers, baked goods and some sweet treats. I see cinnamon roll bites. I love cinnamon rolls and donuts. It’s my favorite kind of dessert. I grab a plate and grab a couple of cinnamon roll bits and a bottle of water. I take a seat beside Jaxon while we wait for everyone else. "Cinnamon rolls?” Jaxon looked at me. “Yes. This is just like for waffles for me, Alpha.” I say with a silly grin.

I’d just gotten back from a three hour LA Fitness visit, and was ready to lay into some chow—ravenous was an understatement. A sickeningly sweet wave of freshly baked cinnamon rolls rushed forward, making my stomach growl. We used to have them for breakfast every Sunday morning when Amanda was still alive; Now they make a rare appearance and are considered a big deal when they do. Maybe I’d allow myself to pick at— Don’t even think about it; Do you know how long you’d have to run to burn a quarter of one off? Still irked that they missed my competition but too apathetic to bring it up for now, I shrugged passively on my way inside. “Yeah well, you seemed really eager to talk in person so. He

I doubted she had been listening to our conversation as she made her way swiftly to the oven. She pulled it down and carried out a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. The sweet aroma corroded the room and I felt my stomach grumble. She picked one up with her padded gloves and handed it over. “Have a bite” She looked indifferent and even though she was particular about us having bites of her snacks, I sensed she had something up her sleeve. I took the roll from her, eyeing her suspiciously of something I couldn't quite place. The aroma deceived me. There was a blandness and dryness that hit my tongue as I crushed a bite. I couldn't place what exactly was wrong in the roll but it was the cle

He laughed, “You got me.” Sebastian wrapped his arms around me from behind, “Did someone say homemade cinnamon rolls?” I laughed as grandma chuckled, “Yes, we are having homemade cinnamon rolls.” Cedric added, “And they’re good enough to make you slobber all down yourself.” I laughed, “Now that’s pretty gross, Cedric.” He laughed, “Fights have been started over the last one… True story.” Sebastian laughed, “That would not surprise me at all. Everything she makes is mouth-watering good.” I laughed, “My brothers have fought over them. That’s for sure.” Grandma chuckled, “Your Grandpa Cade fought Gabriel for the last one too.” I laughed, “I think that has happened at least once in every generat

“Anything I can do for you today, Ma’am?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Please, Luke… Like I told you yesterday, call me Destiny.” “I’ll try to remember. But I don’t think Mr. Barrington would like it,” he said. “Oh, don’t mind him.” I said dismissively. “Let’s get out of here. I need to satisfy a craving.” *** The fresh air felt invigorating as we drove towards Cinnabon's. I couldn't wait to satisfy my craving for their delicious cinnamon rolls.

SIENNA: Mmm. I moaned as the sweet, warm taste of the cinnamon bun filled my mouth, overwhelming my senses. It was so good—a rare moment of Delight. Granny’s Cavities never missed with their pastries. Their name said it all; one bite, and you’d believe it could give you cavities.

“You look like you’ve had a night. I thought you were going out with your team.” She handed me a cinnamon roll the size of my head. I sat down, breathed in the smell of home, and let her fuss over me like she always did. The cinnamon roll was sticky with icing and I ate gratefully. My stomach growling with hunger. Restraining myself tended to use a lot of calories. “Renee doing alright?” she asked as she poured tea. “She’s… amazing,” I said. " I think she may have unlocked a bit of her magic tonight."

Cock blocking fucks. "Dude, homemade cinnamon rolls that's almost worth breaking the bro code. They smell amazing, Danielle." "Thanks, Logan; there's more than enough; I made plenty." She seemed happy enough to have them all here waiting to be fed as she opened the oven and removed the savory offerings. I thought Ty would snatch the plate from her hand with his greedy, impatient ass. They fell on them like starving wolves, and pretty soon, the plate of twenty or more was clean. She made a mountain of eggs and rashes of bacon while I made another pot of coffee.

Grandma smiles, “That’s exactly what it is.” When breakfast was done, those of us who were already up ate breakfast. I let Luke sleep because I really wanted him to be able to function with a clear head this evening. I knew he hadn’t had enough sleep yet. As we ate breakfast, many of the alliance members came in from the guest house and smiled at the smell of bacon. I chuckled, “Bacon makes everything better.” Cedric sat at the dining room table, “That would be absolutely correct. After that amazing dinner last night, I am anxious to try your grandmother’s breakfast.” Just then, grandma sat a huge pan of piping hot homemade cinnamon rolls in the middle of the table. She bent down behind me a