Baked In Book Novels & Stories

Rubbing my temples, I couldn’t understand why this was so hard. I’d followed the directions to the letter. It even looked good going into the oven. Everything looked like the photos in the cookbook. Now I was staring at a pile of black, molten, smoking, bubbling, inedible, pile of garbage. I wanted to throw in the towel but I had already thrown it because when I took it out originally, it was on fire. “Why does it smell like something burned horribly?”

“And I’ve got a chicken in the oven, and rice cooking as well.” “That’s… amazing, Nathan,” I said, walking over and peering into the oven to see a glistening chicken sitting on the rack, surrounded by vegetables. I furrowed my brow and looked up at Nathan with surprise on my face. “But why do all of this? You don’t have to go all out like that.” “I know, I know,” Nathan replied, wiping his hands on his apron. “But, check this out.” He paused, pulling out a cookbook from the drawer. It was titled ‘100 Recipes for Expecting Mothers’ and had an illustration of a pregnant woman on the front.

Jack tasted the last cake and loved it even when we didn’t bake it with so much ingredients, this time around he should be getting ready to bite off his fingers because I’m about to bake the best cake of the century. The kitchen was cozy and the early morning sun was beginning was rise, streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the kitchen. I excitedly flipped through the cake recipe book I got from my mother to be sure I wasn’t missing anything, I settled for on a decadent chocolate cake, knowing that Jack would never get enough of it if he takes a bite from it.

I tap on the open page in front of him, and he looks down. "Oh fuck!" He exclaims, shutting the book and he looks at the cover. ‘NAUGHTY BAKES AND TREATS’ reads the title. And I can't help but burst out laughing at his expression. "What the hell is this book even doing in the kitchen? I don't know who to blame, Xander or Alexia and Ashton?" "Don't be embarrassed, Alpha Arkham. It's cute as fudge," I giggle as I wink at him. And he joins in, shaking his head.

The Kitchen After Close Virelle’s POV The first night I baked in that kitchen, I told myself it didn’t mean anything. I just needed something to do with my hands that wasn’t doing math in a notebook or refreshing a court docket that never seemed to change fast enough to give me an answer. Baking was simple. Flour, sugar, butter, heat. Things that behaved the way they were supposed to when I did everything right. I waited until the diner closed and Ezra had gone upstairs, and I let myself in through the back with the spare key he’d handed me weeks ago without much ceremony, like it wasn’t a big deal, like trusting a stranger with a key to his father’s diner was just something people did.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

They all stood in front of Novelty, the book store that had been converted into a small book cafe with scrumptious cakes on display. Hazel's hands were flat against the store window, her face was busy looking at the cakes making Gage chuckle and he grabbed Bree's hands in his. "Come on, Bree, we're not letting her drool in front of a window store."

The simple act of baking had woven a tapestry of love, connection, and memories that had enriched his life in ways he could have never imagined. With each new recipe he tried, each batch of cookies he shared, and each story exchanged, Theo felt the bonds of friendship and family grow stronger. The kitchen had become more than just a space for culinary creations; it had transformed into a sacred place where hearts met, stories unfolded, and love flourished. Through the act of baking, Theo discovered the power of presence and the magic of shared experiences. In those moments spent kneading dough, decorating cakes, and sampling freshly baked treats, he found not only joy and satisfaction but a

Beta's statement loosened my legs. I was made to take a few steps back until Zacharias caught me. I looked at the Alpha Kings in turn and concluded. "We have to search one more time," I said as I stared at the two thick books in my hands. I recognized one of them. It was a book that contained recipes for concocting potions. It was the book my aunt used often when she practiced her potion-making skills. The cover of this book had even stuck in my memory.

"From 2019. Have you read it?" "Twice," I said. "The chapter on laminated dough is the best thing written on the subject." He put it back. Pulled out another. We were standing side by side in the food writing aisle of the Court Street bookstore, two people who had been going to this particular store for years doing the Saturday morning thing, and it was unremarkable in all the ways that mattered and entirely remarkable in the ones that didn't. "What have you been reading?" I said. "Novels mostly," he said. "I went through a long period of only reading work-adjacent things and I'm trying to correct it."