Baker Stories Novels & Stories

I just smiled at them and went to the table to clean it. They talked about random things until Mr. Baker said that he is leaving. "Hey you two, I need to go somewhere, please take care of my bakery shop." Mr. Baker said while carrying his suit case. "Take care." Sam and I both said. He just nodded and went to his way. Sam and I focused on our job, but sometimes he opened a conversation with me, but I ended it up already because he was too distracting. +++++

Every lead I followed ended in smoke, every whisper turned cold before I could catch it. Then, about a month ago, fate—or maybe luck—finally intervened. A client of mine, a wine merchant from Sicily, mentioned a bakery in his small town. He said their bread reminded him of his late wife’s recipes. He talked about the baker—a quiet, hardworking widow with an American accent and a little boy who could charm anyone. The name of the shop didn’t mean much at first, but something in his story stayed with me. Maybe it was the boy, maybe it was the widow. Either way, the thought refused to leave my mind.

My god! When Hugh saw Harvey kiss Xynthia, he exploded in anger. A killing intent seeped out of his eyes. Who was Hugh Baker? He was none other than the second master of the Bakers from San Francisco! The Baker family was the top family in San Francisco. They had great influence even if they were in Mordu! His brother, Sam Baker, was on par with the likes of the Four Young Masters of Wolsing, the Four Masters of Hong Kong, and the Six Princes of Mordu!

I am fried up with all this drama in my life. A few hours later, Chris and Arthur are still talking to each other. I am not sure what they are talking about because I am busy watching movies. I need an idea for the new story that I am going to write. I am watching a movie related to pastry making and baking because my next story will be moving around with a baker who fell in love with her customer.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.