The Bad Boy Calls Me Cupcake
I PREFER THAT YOU READ THE BOOK AFTER JUNE 2017 (complete or incomplete) AS I AM EDITING THIS BOOK, TO GET RID OF GRAMMAR AND AMATEUR MISTAKES, ALONG WITH MANY (LIKE TOO MANY) UNNEEDED IMMATURE CLICHES.
Picture this- you were trying hard, harder and hardest on the cupcakes you would make for your family get-together party. You were curious in the kitchen, about how your extended family would like your cupcakes. You ridiculously over-thought about this, while applying icing to your cupcakes, and keeping them on the plate, placed on the kitchen slab behind you, without looking. Applying icing to each cupcake, until it was perfect looking, you were sweating with fright. Just after you prepared the hundredth cupcake, a sigh escaped your lips. You smiled in victory, and turned around to look at the master pieces you created, and instantly your eyes filled with joy.
Instead, your eyes filled with the unexpected sight of an empty plate there, in its glory. You stared at the plate, and then let out an ear bleeding scream, accompanied with covering-your-ears-with-your-hands ritual to just add up the dramatic fright. You frantically looked for your butterscotch cupcakes on the floor, but there was no sign of them.
Just then, you heard fits of laughter, from outside the window.
You turn your head in slow motion, only to find your new neighbour standing in all his glory, eating the last piece of your hard work - your cupcakes. Emphasis on last.
Something similar happened to Eveline Cooper as well.
The AMAZING cover above made by @-basically
Highest rank - #77 in Teen Fiction
WARNING! - I had written this book when I was thirteen, and I had no clue about grammar and cliches. I didn't knew what I was doing, I just did it. So please expect many many many grammatical and spelling errors, added with lots and lots of cliches which can make you vomit your guts out.