Urban Dictionary: Cinnamon Roll Novels & Stories

"Thank you! I have no idea how I've lived without cinnamon rolls. Where did these come from?" "It's a shop on the corner from Moonrise Entertainment. Cuppa Jo. A woman named Josette runs the place and makes the rolls fresh every morning. They're open through the week. Closed on the weekend. Some of my staff claim the only reason I don't make them come in on Saturday or Sunday is because they're closed and I can't function without them." All the time we had been together, I'd never known Tyler had a morning ritual anywhere other than his office. I had taken for granted he left in a hurry, not even bothering with coffee or toast from our kitchen.

In awe, I step up to the counter, lean down over the hot cinnamon rolls, and inhale deeply. I can count on one hand how many times I have had a cinnamon roll while it was still warm. Actually, I can count the number of times with my nub, no fingers required. Look at that, already finding a use for it. I have had three cinnamon rolls in my life all cold, stale, and stolen. All still equally delicious. But this? Oh ho, this cinnamon roll, this is the real deal. Big and fluffy, with white glaze dripping off of it in droves. A hand darts out and grabs the very roll I was eyeing, and I turn to see Seb placing it on a plate before reaching for my hand and dragging me to the table.

Time was ticking, and Jack was worried about his daughter’s future. ************************************************************************************************************ *beep *beep *beep The smell of cinnamon and brown sugar wafted through the air. It was too intoxicating to Claire. “Get into my mouth!” She took a huge bite of the cinnamon roll without waiting for it to cool. “ Fhafhafhafahfafa”. “Jeez sis, can’t you wait for it to cool a bit?” Zach teased, holding out his hand. Claire set a roll on a plate and handed it to him.

I gloated, "They should be. Grandma taught me how to make them." I was laughing at the moaning, when I heard another knock at our door. Damien said, "You guys are so screwed. You just got busted." It was my mom, Amanda, and Leah. My mom starts, "I thought you were looking for... Those smell just like mine." I hand each of them a plate with a roll on it and they take a bite. My mom smiles, "These are just like mine." I nodded, "Grandma taught me how to make them." My mom nods, "I should make some soon. By the sounds your father is making, I'd say it's time." I laughed and dad said, "I would give you whatever you want if you made these again." I cringed, "Don't start it, guys. Go to your own

cheeks were the deepest shade of crimson color. I could tell she ran her way down here. "Chef." She coughed out. I suspected something was wrong with her and I knew I wouldn't like the sound of it when I hear it. "Is something wrong? Are you okay?" I asked even when I knew and saw that she was nothing but okay. "The guests are asking for a food whose recipe we don't have." She dropped the bombshell. My eyes widened because the main food on the menu was peach pie. I swallowed. Surely, I could do it. Whatever food it was they wanted; I knew I could do it. I just needed to know which food it was. "Which food is it?" I asked, expectantly and waiting for her to mention something pretty simple th

"Scrambled okay for you?" "Sure," I say, pulling the plate of cinnamon rolls closer. My stomach growls again, loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear. I can't believe how hungry I am. Though considering that I'm eating for two and I threw up what little I ate yesterday, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Thank God I'm not feeling queasy anymore. I choose the fattest cinnamon roll from the bunch. It's a beautiful golden color, darker where the cinnamon is baked into the swirl. Shiny white frosting is drizzled over the top and runs thickly down the sides.

you got taller again, give your old man a hug ] I smile at him << hi gramps >> { Come in, come in! } we follow them into the house and are immediately surrounded by the scent of Cinnamon << are you making Cinnamon Rolls grams? >> { yes indeed I am, you wanna help me? } (( yes! )) we all went into the kitchen and helped her add the final touches on her Cinnamon Rolls.

"Okay,' Angela's shoulder slumped as she peered at Ara through her eyelashes. Ara shook her head. She placed the tray in front of her and smiled when Angela flashed her a bright grin. "Try, Jenna. Tell me how does it taste," Ara took a roll from the tray and brought it closer to Jenna's lips. Jenna took a bite. "Ummm..It's delicious, Ary. Where did you learn it from?" she asked through her stuffed mouth. "We used to have Cinnamon rolls on every last Sunday in the orphanage," 'It's yum," Angela singsong from the table as she continued to stuff her mouth with the sweet dish.

I knew it would help keep the guys calm, but the peach cobbler and ice cream would help keep their brains working for the alliance agreement. I got up so early to be able to bake the cinnamon rolls that I had started the night before. After taking a shower and getting dressed, I went to the kitchen, started preheating the oven and took the baking sheets of cinnamon rolls out of the refrigerator and put them on top of the stove for their second rise. I let them rise while the oven preheated and drank coffee for thirty minutes. When they had risen enough, I put them in the oven. While they were in the oven, I made the icing to put on top of them when they were done. I called Luna Jessie and a

Rain stuttered out trying to change the atmosphere. "I made you red velvet cinnamon rolls!" He exclaimed, his happy persona coming back as he grabbed the plate of cinnamon rolls. These kinds of food were new to Evelyn. It reminded her of roses. "They look beautiful and delicious," She smiled at Rain who beamed. "Try it! Try it! " The omega bounced on his spot in excitement. Evelyn took a roll and bit into it. She almost moaned at the flavors exploding in her mouth. "This is so good! "