Bakery Stories Novels & Stories

he left the decision in my hand and waited for me to answer him. I could say no and walk back to the apartment where I have to see those two romancing and hear Rick humming a piece of background music for them, no thank you! “Yes, thank you!” I decided it would be the best to earn some money before I ---what am I supposed to do next? I was hoping Silas would grow his strength back and take his back and our daughter back but he seemed to have found someone new to start fresh with. “See! Our bakery is very well known. The chefs here work hard and they send food to the Reckless Growlers pack,” he had only mentioned that pack’s name when something sparked inside me.

Even though I couldn't fully see what the interior looked like due to the lack of colors, I could tell that the decorations and setting had a vintage style to them. "How do you like it?" Lilac asked as we sat down. "This place is amazing." I replied. "I really like it." "Wait until you try their coffee. Not many people know about this place, but the coffee here is really delicious. They brew the coffee using the coffee beans they raised themselves." "Wait, why don't many people know about this place? If it has really good service and products, shouldn't people be crowding here?" "The manager always refuses publicity. He wants people to come here only when they hear about how delicious the co

“You can keep the book. I can always sneak it in when you are done?” “Really? Thank you so much.” I beamed, standing up. “We should have dinner before heading home. There is an amazing restaurant down the road.” I wouldn’t mind some food after the tasty pastries. We headed out of the building and I got to see that the last floor was actually a full on bakery store. I don’t think I have seen such large display before. What made it more interesting was the number of people going in and out to make a purchase. “Is it always like this?” I asked in disbelief.

My life had felt unreal for the past years. My two children, Kian and Liana, were heading off to school for the first time today. The thought made me emotional, but it also made me proud. Watching them grow up reminded me of just how far we’d come. With a sigh, I turned back to the bakery, smoothing my apron. The smell of freshly baked bread, warm spices, and sweet pastries filled the room. I had opened the bakery and bookshop a few years ago, not long after my children were born. It had quickly become one of the most beloved spots in the pack, a place where people gathered to enjoy a good story, a warm drink, and, of course, some homemade treats.

Sarai moved with practiced ease, refilling the display case with golden pastries, her movements precise yet unhurried. But beneath her cheerful façade, Sarai carried scars invisible to the world. Each kneaded dough and carefully piped frosting was an act of defiance, a quiet declaration that she would not let her past define her. She had built this bakery from nothing, pouring every ounce of her energy into creating a sanctuary—not just for her customers, but for herself.

I was asked to get the cake. There was one good bakery next to the hostel, so I decided to grab a cake from that particular one. It was run by a man and his young daughter. I had heard good reviews about them, they had gone viral last month, and I heard they were making a lot of money with orders pouring in from everywhere. As soon as I entered the bakery, I saw a beautiful girl behind the cash counter. The aroma of freshly baked croissants, muffins, and other pastries was making me lose my mind. My eyes hungrily traveled from one shelf to the next, filled with admiration.

" said Mrs. Marty. Only few people knows about the bakery shop located on Jalan Panglima. The cake was made by a Dutch graduate pastry maker. The shop is small so many people don't know about it. But orphans like Hana who always do weird jobs knows that there is a bakery there. She works in that bakery before. Hana was directly involved in making the cakes that are sold. A few days ago, Hana once bought it for Romeo when the man had a birthday. Romeo just ate a little then passed to Hana. A reality that didn't live up to Hana's expectations!

The bakery is almost as good as Ann’s food 😋 I’m all done for the day so I’ll see you back at the apartment 😘’ I smiled as I sent back ‘See ya 🥰💜’ I put my phone away and turned to Callie. “Did you want a snack or did Easton ask you to feed me every few hours?” I asked suspiciously. “Both.” She smirked. We walked into the bakery and the smell was absolutely delicious. “Mmm. Freshly baked bread is my favorite.” I mumbled. There was such a huge assortment of things to order. Pastries, bread, bagels, donuts, cakes. I knew I would have trouble choosing.

"Thank you, Mom. I promise I'll be careful and not overdo it." Karen hugged her daughter back, feeling a sense of pride and love for her strong and determined child. "I know you will, sweetie. Now, let's get ready and head to the bakery. We've got a lot of work to do today!" Nicole and Karen arrived at the bakery, ready to start their day. They worked together, measuring out ingredients and mixing batter. The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air as they slid trays into the oven. Nicole felt a sense of comfort and familiarity in the bakery, enjoying the time spent with her mother. As they worked, the bakery transformed into a warm and inviting space, filled with the sweet

He works from 9:00 am to 2: 00 pm and after that Jake who is also a teenage student takes over the world of Sam. I also have a helper named Jenna who helps me is decorating the cakes, cookies and pastries. She is very creative and it is making because of her decorating that the customers gets attracted to my bakery. Jenna is a very good cook and sometimes when I am out of town she is the one who bakes.