Novel & Cerita Baker Stories

Nafisa cautioned. "I am on my way to your house" "Okay, I am waiting. Till then" She hanged up the call and cooked fried rice and chicken as the main dish , chocolate cake for dessert. She watched as the clock ticked away wondering what her husband is still doing out. The door bell rang for the fifth time before she summoned the courage to open it up. The door stood Khadija and her son fawaz. She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her.

“Baker.” His cute face scrunches, lines appear on his smooth forehead and my heart does a flip. I should ask Mum if she’s truly done with child bearing, I want a younger brother. I love my big brother. He tries his best to stay in touch with me but it feels like I’m an only child sometimes. “Huh?” Asher asks. “What’s a baker?” “Baker is what you call someone who makes cake. A person who bakes,” I explain. “A chef is someone who cooks.”

He looked around the crowd. "I wrote about kings." "Queens." "Victories." "Defeats." He closed the journal. "But I forgot something far more important." The valley fell silent. "A kingdom is not built by rulers alone." He opened the journal once more. "Tonight..." A gentle smile appeared on his face. "...I'd like to tell you the story of a baker named Rowan, who believed every child deserved warm bread before sunrise." Soft laughter spread through the crowd. Children settled beside their parents.

“You want to go see Madison’s father? Grant Baker? The man who owns half the city? First, how will you even get past the front desk? You don't have an appointment. Secondly, let’s say a miracle happens and you actually get into his office. What are you going to say? 'Hi, Sir... your daughter is a murderer who almost killed me?” Mia stopped pacing and looked straight at Lauren, her face tight with fear for her friend. “What do you think he’s going to do, Laur? She is his only daughter. His only child. His flesh and blood. He is going to protect her. He will crush you before he lets you hurt her.” Lauren didn't interrupt. She sat with her hands folded in her lap, waiting patiently until Mia ra

I searched his face, hating the look of loss in his eyes. “The attack had those bombs if you remember… well, the pack missed some that were hidden downtown.. your bakery was on the very edge of the attack.. it’s not there anymore..” he pulled me closer as a sob escaped my chest, holding me tightly as if I might shatter and fall to pieces. “Shhhh, there there, my little baker… I know… let it out…” He rubbed small circles on my back, cooing to me words of reassurance. The bakery was like my baby, something I grew all by myself after the loss of my parents. But in a matter of moments, it was gone. “My workers?” I had to know, my little pack within the pack had to have made it.

I say, voice soft but steady. His gaze sharpens. “Tell me.” I hesitate, tracing a line across the sheet. “It’s the bakeries.” His gaze sharpens, but he doesn’t interrupt. “They’ve been my whole life. I built them from nothing, poured everything into them. They were my stability when everything else was chaos. You know what they mean to me.” “I sure do. Are they doing okay? Did the expansion add pressure to the existing one?” “They are doing more than okay. So much so that the third one is being scheduled early.”

He glanced around and noticed the woman standing with her arms folded. "Mrs. Bakers! You are finally here. You are earlier than expected!" His voice suddenly dropped sweetly, adding extra sweetness like a lapdog. "Mrs. Bakers?" The saleswoman gasped quietly. "You know her?" I asked. She nodded nervously. "I don’t know her personally. But…" She pressed her lips. "The Bakers are new sensations in this city. Rumor says they settled here from the USA two years ago! Now they are related to some underworld gang."

It kinda felt surreal and I liked it. My attention was drawn to the windows as I watched mortals go about their daily activities. By the left was the baker's shop with the baker yelling at his apprentice, probably for burning bread again. His face flamed up and his temper snapped. I had no idea why he still kept him around, the guy was a lost cause. There was no teaching that imbecile.

And the rest followed and bowed before vanishing. “No! Please, come back.” why was I so stupid? Just when I thought they won’t, one by one they actually appeared again. “We’re sorry, we haven’t finished the breakfast yet.” one of the females spoke in a soft, motherly voice. “Oh, no it’s okay, I’m sorry for staring. I never saw a brownie. And I thought we were alone in the mansion.” They shifted uncomfortably. They aren’t usually caught at work. “Please, don’t worry because of me. So, you were cooking all the time?”