Antique Bakery Anime Novels & Stories

He was honored to step back, and I hadn’t even had a chance to thank him for it. But the look he gave me earlier made me think that maybe he too had a dream about Anila… like perhaps the same dream. No. That was a ridiculous thought. The door chime sounded as I walked into the bakery, the smell of freshly baked muffins invaded my senses and made my mouth water. The owner of the bakery, Winnie, looked up from frosting a platter of cupcakes and when she saw me, her eyes lit up. “Xaden,” she said, putting the icing on the counter and facing her attention to me.

“I hear her pastries are to die for.” I frowned. “You’ve heard?” “I have a sweet tooth,” he admitted with a grin. “And I make it a point to know everything. If her bakery is as good as they say, I’d love to try it.” Then, after a thoughtful pause, he added, “Penelope… That is her name, yes?” I nodded. “Yes.” Ryuji’s smile widened as he repeated it in Japanese. “ペネロペ (Penerope).”

The air carried the faint, yeasty smell from the bakery down the road, mingled with the grassy scent of green tea leaves. “You’re quieter than usual,” Kennedy called, her voice muffled by a cupboard door. Alecia shrugged, eyes still on the mug. “Just thinking.” “That’s never good, what are you plotting? I though Kyoto was the peace place.” Kennedy teased, setting two mugs on the low table. She sat cross-legged and blew across her tea. “It’s market day. Vegetables, fish, and there’s a bakery here that makes red bean pastries worth queueing for in the rain, how about we head out.”

“But I can’t stay out too late.” “Deal!” they cheered. They walked together through the glowing bustle of Ikebukuro. Neon lights flickered, signs flashed, and the sound of street chatter filled the air. “I’m dropping by Animate real quick,” one of them said. “Didn’t you go two days ago?” another teased. “Yeah, but there’s a limited edition merch out today, I don’t want to come back on the weekend!” Everyone laughed. Sakura chuckled along. Amid the chatter, she found herself thinking…

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

she said sweetly and I nodded my head in agreement. "Adaranth is a very ancient reaper, almost as old as Grim himself and has very sharp facial features, he is also far from weak," I explained calmly. "He was my mentor and I respect him greatly," I added. Ayira was all smiles and nodding. "We should stop at the bakery and bring him some cookies, I have a feeling that he'd like some," she tells me confidently. I eyed her suspiciously but agreed. We finished our breakfast and I put the dirty dishes in the sink to wash. I started the water and heard Ayira say she was going to head to the bakery quickly. I told her to go ahead and I'd clean up while she was gone. I finished washing the dishes. I

Narlene asked with a smile. "Good morning, Narlene. I'd like two chocolate croissant rolls, please." "Alright. Coming right up." She disappeared into the back. I stood waiting. My eyes wandered around the bakery. Rows of fresh bread. Cakes. Pastries. Everything smelled so good that my stomach twisted painfully. A few moments later, she returned carrying a plastic bag. "Here you go." She handed it over. "Thanks." I paid and turned to leave. "How is Andre?" she suddenly asked.

She sat across me, and Mathilde took the seat beside her. "Thank you," I muttered, pulling my head away from my conversation with Damian. Elon was quick to get one for himself. With a swift move, he bit into it, his eyes widening with delight. "Wow! You guys should open a bakery." Mathilde chuckled, pleased with the compliment. "Oh, no, no. We would get tired of baking all day." "I wouldn’t," Anikka grinned. "Maybe, I’ll start my own and call it Anikka’s Sweet Delights."

" Oh, yeah. There's a bakery a few walls past that hedge," he said, gesturing toward a dense boxwood hedge to their left. "My family's personal bakery. It hasn't been renovated in decades, Mama Eunice said she preferred the old-fashioned structure; the ancient walls, original ovens, the whole thing like it was. But what they bake in there?" He paused for brief effect. "Finest pastries on the entire Estate, fresher every morning." Anna's eyes lit up immediately. Her nose was already doing its own investigation.

She asked. “You'll be somewhere really safe; don't worry about it. I won't let anything happen to you." I reassured. We got to the bakery and ordered a medium-sized cake. "Ember Moon will never be the same again after this war.” Irene said as we waited for the cake. "They're staring at you like you're a stranger.” "Let them,” I replied. "Miss, uhh, Aries," the baker, a plump woman, called, standing in front of us with the cake in her hand. “The cake is on us; you don't have to pay for it."