Wednesday Addams Cupcake Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Hey, Ethan! How you doin’?” She was dressed in head-to-toe black, like if Wednesday Addams was a ninja. If you said that to her she’d think of it as a compliment. She’d always thought of Wednesday Addams as a role model and hero. I was just happy she was over trying to mix poisons from stuff in her fridge. I don’t think they’d kill anyone, but they sure tasted nasty. Yes, she asked me to taste them.

Below the cupcakes, there were some bottles of strawberry crush. As he kept digging further, he discovered many some flavored treats like wafers, pocky sticks, candies, and much more. The last thing he pulled out was a fluffy strawberry shaped pillow. it had a winking expression and pouty lips. He turned it around to find a sticky note which read, "I'm sorry" in tiny handwriting.

Then a woman shouted Adeline's name and run towards us. "ADELINE!!!" "Justine!!" Adeline replied. "What are you doing here?? It's not your shift yet." Justine said. "Ohh, Skye and I just want to drop this cupcake for you." Adeline said, smiling proudly.

Then he leaned closer, brushing a crumb from the corner of my lips with his thumb, eyes never leaving mine. I’d eaten more than I had all week, my stomach was full, my cheeks a little sore from laughing, and I thought we were done. But Adriano reached into the bag again, like he’d been saving one last surprise. He pulled out a single cupcake, carefully tucked in a little box. One candle. One tiny flame when he lit it. “What’s this for?” I asked, blinking. He gave a shrug, “You’re graduating next week. Pre-congratulations.”

“Can’t brothers have a breakfast with their lovely sister once in a while?” I don't answer him. Adrian exhales at my narrowed eyes. “Just eat, bug. Here.” He hands me a triple chocolate cupcake, my kryptonite. I surrender. “Okay, then.” I take my first bite and everything is right again. We sits in silence with Adrian watching the sport and me devouring my treat while checking feeds on twitter. I’m on my second cupcake when he mutes the TV and turn to face me. “So ...”

I complimented him. He grinned shortly. “And I contemplated wearing it out, I always felt the color was weird, now it's going to be my favorite shirt,” he chuckled. “Cool. So I've got triple chocolate cupcakes, banana loaves fresh from the oven, and a new experiment-lemon thyme shortbread for you today.” He raised an eyebrow. “Lemon thyme? That sounds like something a poet would eat.” I laughed. “It’s surprisingly addictive, like your tips,” I said, winking at him.

“Is he asleep?” Hazel whispered in Adam’s ear from behind as she bent slightly. Her hands held a tray on which there was a vanilla cake. It was layered with grape jelly and strawberries and blueberries. It was made by Hazel and Adam. Only because Adam was fond of cooking at a young age, he wanted to help Hazel and ended up decorating it with her from the bottom of his heart. The word ‘PAPA’ on the surface of the cake was written by Adam. It looked like the words had paralysis yet Hazel admired it.

“A little.” Sophia pressed a kiss to her temple and sighed. “Okay. We’ll stop by the dentistry to take a look after the fair tomorrow, alright? Just to be sure everything is okay.” “But I want to eat candy tomorrow,” Addie mumbled into her bunny. Going to the dentist would mean a suspension from sweets and chocolates, and she already had plans of enjoying herself at the fair. Her expression fell as she added, “And cake. And lollipops. All the pink ones.”