Bacon X Acorn Novels & Stories

The aroma of sizzling bacon soon mingled with the scent of the eggs, creating a comforting blend that reminded me of simpler times. While the bacon crisped up, I grabbed a loaf of fresh sourdough bread. I cut thick slices and placed them in the toaster, letting them crisp up until they were golden brown. I then chopped the carrots and potatoes and made a hash brown next, and as the bread toasted, I prepared a small bowl of fruit salad. I diced strawberries, kiwi, and pineapple, adding a handful of blueberries for a pop of color. I drizzled the fruit with a bit of honey and a squeeze of fresh lemon juice, tossing it all together. Once the toast was ready, I spread a generous layer of creamy a

Rose found her favorite spot on the top stool by the kitchen island, settling into it with a contented sigh. She watched as Garla moved with practiced ease, opening the refrigerator and retrieving a packet of bacon ribbons. With a deft motion, she snapped them onto a preheated pan, filling the room with the sizzling sound of cooking bacon. The delightful aroma of the bacon mingled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, creating an intoxicating combination. Rose's smile widened as she savored the familiar and comforting smells.

These should do. To save time, Zen pre-heated the oven and spread the bacon slices all over two trays. The first tray was naturally reserved for Party Godly Food. He had an extra big mouth to feed after all. The others could go to whoever needed it. Early birds benefited from it and Zen didn’t care if there wasn’t enough to feed half the remaining candidates in the academy. These hard-boiled Mafiosi could handle one meal on their own. He was busy trying to clear the first stage in the dungeon!

The sizzling of the stove grew louder as he placed bacon onto the stove. "I'm surprised Zac isn't awake yet," Burney said, but just as he said it, a loud thud came from the back of the house, followed by the sound of running footsteps until Zac appeared in the kitchen. "I smell bacon," Zac said, his eyes half closed as if he was still half asleep. He wore his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His brown hair stood up in all places on his head. God, he was really beautiful. I don't think I've ever classified a guy as beautiful before, but he was.

I have a chemistry test early this morning and I can't afford to be late. Just when I thought everything was going fine, suddenly a piece of hot bacon was thrown at my face, and it burned me badly. "Argh!" I screamed out. “How dare you serve me half cooked bacon, huh!” Jayden yelled and this made me tremble in fright. “You're right, and it smells awful as well,” Caden added. I was confused at the moment. I'm more than sure that the bacon has no problems, so why are they suddenly doing this to me?

He often turned the pieces to make sure they cooked through to the perfect golden-brown color. As the bacon sizzled in the pan, Russell whisked the eggs with a splash of heavy cream, a pinch of salt, and some black pepper. He beat the mixture until smooth and set it aside. “This smells amazing already,” Sylvania said, settling into a chair. “It’s not even done yet,” Russell smiled, flipping the bacon. Sylvania laughed. “Okay, Chef. I can’t wait to see the finished dish.”

Bacon. The unmistakable, holy fragrance of sizzling bacon. I stumbled to my feet and followed the smell into the kitchen, where Mia stood barefoot in an oversized sweater, flipping pancakes like she was hosting a brunch special for brokenhearted women. She glanced over her shoulder, smirking. “Look who’s risen from the dead.” I squinted at her. “Please tell me that’s not vegan.” She gestured with the spatula. “Real bacon. I figured emotional destruction calls for full-fat breakfast therapy.”

The stack, regardless of how much wood he uses, never seems to run out and always seems to have the same number of logs. Thorne pulls me into the kitchen. There is a dinner already laid out with warm rolls, soft butter, and bowls of creamy soup. Hungrier than I realize I take a hesitant seat. Together we eat in companionable silence. The soup, Thorne tells me, is acorn, and sweet butter has been whipped with thimbleberries. I’m in no mood to eat, but the enticing aroma draws me in and I find myself eating more than one helping.

Leah smiles at me, "Luna perhaps we should go do a bit of shopping, maybe buy some items that would show at bit more of that knock out body of yours? Braddock growls as he places a plate filled with eggs, bacon, potatoes and fruit in front of me, "a few items but nothing too skimpy," he glares at Cynthia and she smiles at him sweetly.

Knox offered. "It's turkey bacon though." I grabbed the carton of eggs and the bacon. "Never had it." "It's really good. Better than regular bacon in my opinion." While I grabbed everything I needed to make eggs, Knox came up behind me. A quick glance over my should I raised an eyebrow at him. "If you are going to make the bacon your going to need to put a shirt on." You are distracting without one. "Am I distracting you?" He took the words right out of my head.