Wednesday Addams Cupcake Novels & Stories

He took a photo on his phone and Darien did the same. Zach passed the neon green drink towards Darien and moved the red one to his side. “It’s lime cordial based. I thought you wouldn't want anything too sweet. The pastry fingers are for you, the dip is chilli not blood and the mini pumpkin pies are also for you. You can share all of mine.” He had chosen lemon and lime chocolates decorated to look like eyeballs, cake pops that resembled spiders and other horror themed sweet food for himself. The presentation on the plates was perfect. Someone had planned the theme well.

** Meanwhile, on the other side… The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the spacious kitchen of Adam's house in Thibeult City. The scent, a comforting embrace of warmth and sweetness, mingled with the bustling energy that filled the air. Maya, the omega in Adam's werewolf pack and the adept manager of his household, moved gracefully between the countertops, orchestrating a symphony of culinary delights.

I answered and then got in line. "Hello.." A woman's voice. "Is this the Z-Cupcakes?" I moved my phone to my right ear and then moved forward in line. "Yes, Ma'am. This is the Z-Cupcakes." "I saw your page on F******k and I suddenly craved cupcakes. I want to order two boxes of cupcakes. Is it okay?" asked the woman on the other line. "Yes, Ma'am. What flavor do you want? I also want to know your address for delivery. You can just put it in your text or email—"

While I hoped this mission wouldn't take that long, I knew there was always the possibility that things didn't go to plan. "I'll make some cupcakes. Help me deal with the stress. What's your favorite flavor?" Willow asked me as she rubbed a hand over her belly. "Dark chocolate raspberry," I said without taking a moment to think. I almost started drooling at the very idea of a Willow Penn cupcake melting in my mouth. Willow smiled. "Then that's what we'll have." I smiled. "If you promise me cupcakes after every mission, I'll kill anyone you want. Hell, I'll kill your enemies' enemies." I licked my lips. Moaned a little.

Who seem to always end up with the brownies, cookies or cupcakes I make. Addison lets me in ‘her’ kitchen, because you can’t deny the infamous Fitzgerald brownies. As long as I clean up after myself she is happy. Ok, back to the distraction, I mean class. Hell, I haven’t been pay attention for the past 30 minutes, what’s listening to the last 10 minutes going to do. I mean it’s hard to deny the man who has made it a habit of bringing me a coffee every morning before class, sometimes I’m just running late.

Well, to commemorate April 1st as April Fool's Day, I've planned something for the kids since it's also Saturday. As usual, everyone is here an hour before lunch. I prepared a dessert table especially for them; I whipped all the dessert myself since I baked a lot yesterday, knowing I'll be serving everybody's favorite. There are mini cupcakes for the small children, burned-cheesecake for Gen, chewy chocolate-chip cookies for Nate, butter cake for Melody, Nate's wife, and a lot more catering everybody's preference. I even made Honey's favorite which is red velvet cupcake with cream cheese.

IT HAS BEEN THREE MONTHS. THREE BLOODY MONTHS and the pain keeps getting worse. This morning it was so bad that I was barely able to get out of bed. No matter the amount of wolfsbane I consumed, the split bond was eating me up. And it was eating me fast. I grab the piping paper and decorate the last cupcake from the batch. I look up from the cupcakes as three college students walk in. “Welcome to Petals and Bean Cafe,” I say to them but they outright ignore me and walk over to their table.

Plus, we have a new wolf to celebrate. Since Scarlett was a little preoccupied today and did not make cupcakes, we ended up ordering them from a bakery. They are nowhere near as good as hers which always had some out of this world flavors but they are still cupcakes. Amora arrived with Scarlett to help her out with the baby on his first outing. "Hey, Scarlett, how are you doing today?" I ask her. "You ask me that everyday." She says with a chuckle. "So, I want to make sure that my cousin is doing alright. Fine, how is little Fred doing today?" I ask her.

Me: can’t wait for you to get home Kennedy: on my way I inform our guests Kennedy will be here soon. We place the cupcakes arranged like a cake in the center of the table. Half the cupcakes have pink and the other half have blue centers. The baker placed the cupcakes tightly together, forming a circle. A giant black question mark adorns their white icing tops. I never saw a cupcake-cake until the bakery showed it to me this week. It is perfect. It looks like a cake, but the cupcakes can easily pull apart and consumed.

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.