Wednesday Addams Cupcake Novels & Stories

a voice called out. Everyone turned to see three police officers coming into the hallway. “Thank you for inviting me to lunch today, Lewis,” Addy said, smoothing her napkin over her lap. “I’m glad you were free to come,” he told her. Chuckling, she said, “It’s not like I have a steady job to go to. I go into the shop when they need me. Otherwise, I’ve been busy with the outfits for the festival. Brooklyn’s is done, and I’m almost done with Shea’s. Wait until you see Kendall! She’s going to be fabulous, and I’m started mine.”

He skillfully piped frosting onto the cupcakes, creating intricate designs and patterns. "Daddy, this is really beautiful." Vanessa chuckled. As the delightful aroma of freshly baked cupcakes filled the air, Andrea couldn't help but revel in the joy of the moment. The simple act of making cupcakes had brought them together, creating a bond that passed the ordinary. In that warm and bustling kitchen, Andrea knew that he was not just creating cupcakes but crafting memories. The sound of giggles and the conversations that filled the air were a testament to the love and happiness that permeated their home.

The sweet, artificial scent of vanilla and sugar was so strong it made my stomach do a nauseous flip. I stood there and just stared at the mess for what felt like forever. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. Red velvet. Those were the exact cupcakes Clement tried to hand me yesterday—the ones I told him to throw right back in Adrian's arrogant face. The petty bastard had actually destroyed his own office wall just to create a nightmare for me to clean up. "You total psycho," I whispered to the empty room, my blood boiling.

“That’s my boy for life but also I don’t know what you are talking about.” Miguel laughed walking out. Adrian leaned back making a call. “Sara’s Sweet Eats good morning?” “Hi, I’d like to order uhhh… 16 cupcakes?” There was a pause then Sara laughed. “Adrian?” “Hey, so 16 cupcakes?” She laughed. “Which ones do you want?” “Bring 4 of whatever that’s there on the menu today.” “Delivery is $40. Each muffin is $16. Your total is $296.”

It was such a small thing, a ridiculous thing, and yet it made my throat tight. "Thank you, Derek." "You're welcome. Now eat it before Michael gets here and steals it. He has no respect for named pastries." Michael wheeled past right on cue, spotted the tray, and immediately changed course. "Are those new? What are they? Can I have one?" "They're lemon blueberry, and yes, but that specific one is named the Adeline and it's not for you." Derek pointed at my muffin like it was a protected artifact. "You named a muffin after Adeline? That's sweet. Can I have a muffin named after me?"

Before noon that day, Eds' chocolate chip cookies, chocolate chip muffins, red velvet cupcakes, coffee cakes, cheesecakes, apple pies, chocolate-covered donuts, jam donuts, croissants, shortbreads, a one-layered rainbow cake, and plenty of coffee had all been sold. She had a steady stream of customers coming in and out of her shop all day, so she didn't even bother with lunch.

To be honest, he was literally alone. He thought for a moment. It was tempting to visit a bar and grab a drink. Instead, he ignored that idea. A few hours later, Bryce was in front of twelve Pista-mom mini cupcakes with a bag of light green buttercream frosting. He was done decorating a birthday cake with pastel blue icing, sprinkles, edible glitters, and of course, the colorful macaroons as per request by his customer.

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.

Charlie added. Reed nodded, repeating his order. "We want 2 buckets of chicken thighs." Uncle Patrick nodded, "Anything else?" Adam nodded, "Do you guys have a chocolate waffle with caramel syrup and marshmallows, Oreo, nips and sprinkles? If so, can you not over cook it but try to add a little crisp on the bottom?" Does he have a wish trip straight to the dentist? Nah, I bet he simply wants the tooth fairy to visit him.

MILA'S POV "Are you actually trying to murder me?" Spencer, my desk neighbor and work rival stares at the box on his desk as if it contains live rattlesnakes. Which it really doesn't. I look down at my handiwork. Eight beautiful lilac cupcakes sit in two neat rows. The frosting is swirled just right, each one topped with a tiny edible flower I found at the fancy baking supply store in Cambridge.