Aliens and Cupcakes E-Book

Nova Edwins

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 86

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Things you learn while living on an alien planet: Aliens love sugar, so opening your own cupcake shop is a very good idea. Having a benefactor to introduce you to rich aliens eager to purchase absurd amounts of cupcakes is an even better idea. I wouldn't recommend killing said benefactor's nephew with a butter knife, though. But how should I have known that stainless steel from Earth is toxic to him? And no matter what you do, don't accept help from the alien that lingered in the shadows and watched the whole thing go down. Seriously, don't. Dark-ish sci-fi romance. Contains the right alien to put the frosting on your cupcake. No cheating. HEA.

Leseprobe

ALIENS AND CUPCAKES

NOVA EDWINS

A DARK SCI-FI ROMANCE NOVELLA

CONTENTS

Aliens And Cupcakes

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

About Nova Edwins

ALIENS AND CUPCAKES

Things you learn while living on an alien planet:

Aliens love sugar, so opening your own cupcake shop is a very good idea.

Having a benefactor to introduce you to rich aliens eager to purchase absurd amounts of cupcakes is an even better idea.

I wouldn’t recommend killing said benefactor’s nephew with a butter knife, though. But how should I have known that stainless steel from Earth is toxic to him?

And no matter what you do, don’t accept help from the alien that lingered in the shadows and watched the whole thing go down.

Seriously, don’t.

Dark-ish sci-fi romance. Contains the right alien to put the frosting on your cupcake. No cheating. HEA.

1

AMELIA

Finally satisfied with the display, I take a step back. A single bead of sweat runs down my neck, and I wipe it away. Damn, those aliens really like their parties steamy—literally. I had to adjust the formula for my frosting so that my cupcakes wouldn’t melt in this sweltering environment.

This party is a really big deal for me; it’s my first time catering such a prestigious event since I left Earth behind to move to Nabia Prime. I want to make a good impression and attract many potential customers. Since this is a classy gala with lots of super-rich alien diplomats in attendance, I want to make sure that everything looks perfect.

The buffet will soon be opened, and around two hundred aliens of the Pikë race will enter this room. They’re suckers for anything remotely sweet and sugary, so I should really have this in the bag. Wiping away a few more crumbs, I decide that I’m finally done and probably should get changed into a nicer dress.

Normally, a mere cupcake shop owner like me wouldn’t be allowed to attend this event, but I have a nice benefactor who got me an invitation so I could see for myself if the potential new customers like my creations.

Allan Dreqog is a Pikë himself and pretty high up in the hierarchy; he recommended me for this event. He’s been really nice to me since my arrival, actually, and he loves my cupcakes. If he hadn’t supported my shop from the minute he first set foot in it, I don’t know if I would’ve made it this far on my own.

"This smells delicious."

Hearing the voice, I turn around, a smile on my lips, and touch my hair to check if the bun on my head is still holding up. "Thank you. Would you like a sample?"

The Pikë people look like a mix between humans and reptiles. Their skin is scaly and an angry red, but their facial features are almost human... if you overlook that their eyes are covered by a thin membrane, the tiny holes where the nose should be, and that their pupils are narrow slits, constantly darting around. Other than that, though, they’re pretty normal, walking on two legs, having only two arms, and no weird appendages.

It’s hard to tell their age, but I would guess that the guy walking toward me is probably my age, somewhere in his mid-twenties.

"I’m not talking about the food." He snorts and studies me, his head cocked. "You smell ripe. Very fertile."

I’m not sure how to react because I’ve gotten used to the fact that most of these aliens constantly say weird shit that isn’t appropriate, but they don’t seem to think anything of it. Sometimes it’s a cultural thing, sometimes there are translation errors with the tiny implant behind my ears. Right now, it’s really hard to tell if this guy’s trying to be nice or if he is simply an asshole.

He extends his hand towards me and bows slightly. "The name is Zavis Kratons, Marshal Third Rank."

I still haven’t figured out this whole rank thing, but I believe he means that he’s the son of someone important who’s related to someone even more important. With a smile, I shake his hand. "I’m Amelia. I’m the owner of Amelia’s Cupcake Emporium."

"So it seems." He barely looks at the cupcakes before he inhales deeply. "As I said, delicious. Someone should breed you."

I try to pull my hand back because I’m sure that what he just said isn’t okay in any culture. His grip tightens and his smile turns vicious.

"Going somewhere, human?"

"Let go of my hand."

"I don’t think so. Friends of mine have told me that human cunts are special. Is it true?" He eyes me like his next meal. I don’t like it one bit.

"I wouldn’t know, but I can tell you that human women don’t appreciate the way you talk to them."

"Oh, we don’t need to talk." He starts pulling me closer while staring at my mouth. "I’ve seen kissing in human porn vids and I want to try it."

Since I don’t see a way out, I slap his face with my other hand. His skin is rough under my palm and the sound echoes through the room.

Sweat is pouring down my back now, and I feel uncomfortably hot.

The alien stares at me in disbelief. "It is a second-degree offense to slap a marshal."

Great. Again, I have no idea what that means, so I simply stare at him. "Let go of me." My voice is flat and I’m already shaking, partly because I’m angry, but also because I’m scared. This guy seems to be pretty strong, and I don’t know what to do.

"I should have you arrested." He leans closer. "Unless you let me breed you, of course."

He opens his mouth and slips his forked and unusually long tongue out. As it hovers before my mouth, it scares the crap out of me.

Just as I’m racing toward a full-blown panic, I see my knife on the table. I’d used it to cut a few cupcakes in half to show the pretty middle with the whole fruits inside. They are filled with finchin berries, which are wildly popular around here and look really pretty with their purple flesh.

Grabbing the knife, I shake my head. "You’re going to let go of me and leave this room. And we’ll both forget that this ever happened."

I really don’t want any trouble; my business has just started doing well. This is supposed to be an awesome opportunity for me, not another catastrophe. I’d had enough of those before I left Earth.

"Come on. Just one quick fuck. You can’t tease all the males in this building with your smell and then expect us not to want a taste."

Instead of letting me go, his grip tightens, and he pulls me closer so he can put his second arm around me as well.

I figure a little scratch might scare him off, so I swing the knife in his direction. To my surprise, the blade cuts through his entire arm like butter. We both stare in horror as his left arm drops to the ground.

I’ve just cut an alien arm clean off. Yellow blood squirts from the wound like a fountain, and the Pikë drops to the ground with a gurgling sound.

"Oh my god." I turn around, the knife still in my hand, and open my mouth to yell.

"Don’t call for help."

I nearly have a heart attack as another alien steps out from the shadow between the curtains and the windows.

"I’m serious," he says, his voice low and calm. "You’d be executed before you could explain any of this."

I’m shaking badly, but my brain refuses to give into the utter terror I feel. "He needs help. I have to call for help."

"He’s already dead. Did no one tell you that you can’t run around cutting Pikë limbs off? Especially not using steel from Earth? It is toxic to them. I’m surprised that they would let you enter the building with a deadly weapon like this."

"What?"

The alien clicks his tongue. "Looks almost like premeditation to me."

"No! That’s not true! It was an accident."

"Well, if it’s any consolation, with the way he behaved he had it coming." He clicks his tongue as he comes closer, looking at me with appreciation. "I have to say I really like my women tough and strong."

That’s nice of him to say, but I don’t feel anything but terrified. "So, you saw everything?"

"That’s correct."

"Then you can help me and tell them it was self-defense. I didn’t want to kill him."

"Unfortunately, that will not happen. You see, I’m not here."

"Excuse me?"

"I’m not on the guest list. I gained entry illegally."

"Why would you do that?"

"I heard about the cupcakes and just had to try them."

I want to scream. It’s impossible to talk to this guy. "You could just come to my shop and buy one."

"Right. Maybe I broke in here to call off an engagement."

"Are you shitting me right now?"

"Yes, I am. Zavis Kratons was right, though. You do smell delicious, Amelia. So delicious that I’m willing to help you escape this unfortunate situation."

"Why would you do that?"

"Your smell. The fact that I, as well, would like to kiss you very much. Or maybe because you already did my work for me."

My head feels like it will explode any second now. I have no idea what he’s talking about. I also don’t dare let go of the knife since I don’t know if I might need it again.

"I’m an assassin for my government. I could show you the paperwork but why waste time? I’m actually here to eliminate Zavis Kratons."

He’s close enough now that I can see he’s not a Pikë. He’s much taller and and packed with muscles I can see, despite his nicely tailored suit. His skin isn’t red but a pale yellow, almost golden. I would rather bite my tongue off than tell him this, but he’s freaking attractive. His features are a bit broader and rougher than they would be on a human male, yet it somehow suits him. For a moment I get lost in his amber-colored eyes before my brain starts functioning again.

"Wait–you saw everything?"

"Yes."

"But you didn’t help me?"

"You had everything under control." He shrugs his insanely broad shoulders.

"You didn’t know that."

"I had my blaster trained on him the whole time and I would have shot him before his ugly tongue touched your pretty face."

Still, I’m pissed about his confession. Now I have to live with a murder on my conscience. How am I supposed to do that?