Blazed Bakery Reviews Novels & Stories

He smiled at me. The waiter came around and Blake ordered his beer and I ordered a banana nut bread martini, which sounded good. Blake also put in an order for lobster mac and cheese to start, telling me it was really good here. After our drinks arrived, we put the order in for the burgers with parmesan truffle fries, per Blake’s recommendation. We then sat back and began sipping our drinks. Blake moved in closer to me, putting his arm around me. I snuggled into him, enjoying the feeling of his body against mine.

The word scratches down my spine like a blade. He didn’t touch a single tart. He didn’t shape the roses on the cakes or measure the honey glaze. But I say nothing. I stand in the corner of the kitchen, out of the nobles’ line of sight, and I listen as they murmur with approval. Applaud even. One of them—a Beta from the southern pack—calls the pastries “exquisite.” Another mentions sending a request to have the bakery cater private dinners. My boss bows graciously, soaking in the praise like it’s sunlight.

“We do." The councilwoman stood in the street, a silhouette in the dusk, scarf coiled like a snake on her shoulders. Carolina didn’t wave, but she watched until the figure vanished around the broken laundromat corner. That night, the bakery did triple business—everyone who’d ever loved it came, bringing children and strangers, bringing guitars and fire-breathing poets and tiny, hungry gods who came to test the bread and bewitch the jam. The bluebells sold out in an hour, the last of them made into a cake that was neither legal nor possible in other cities.

I grabbed my bag, hugged the girls quickly, and we headed out together before we’d miss our appointment. We arrived in no time and walked into Velvet Crumbs together. The bakery smelled like vanilla, butter, and heaven. It was small but cozy, with pale wooden counters, glass cake stands, and little fairy lights strung along the ceiling. “Welcome,” a cheerful woman greeted as we stepped in. “Good day,” we replied. “I’m Rose and I’ll be taking care of you today. I’ll serve you different flavors and you’ll let me know the one you’d love for the big day.”

They waited in line patiently as they were slowly entering the business. Every so often, customers would file out, leaving with a delighted look on their faces. This strengthened Blake’s resolve that they had found a great place to eat. Blake chuckled as he thought of his White Dragon Fiancée from the Inner World; as much as a foodie she is, this place would probably have to close down due to lack of food. “What are you grinning at, sir?” Susan asked, seeing the smirking grin he was giving.

After that, I rushed to the bakery two blocks away from the restaurant. I bought some cheese and raisin bread. Steven once said that he liked the cheese and raisin bread at this old bakery. He said that the dough of the bread was distinctive and the smell made him hungry. I agree with his statement because when I opened the door of the shop, the smell of the bread that had just come out of the oven tempted my smell so much that I went crazy and got two boxes of bread. One box for Steven, and another box of cheese bread for me and mom. According to information from one of my coworkers, Steven’s house is quite far from the restaurant. However, I could get there by taking one bus ride and stopp

She shrugged it off and enjoyed the rest of the silent car ride towards the bakery. Leona could hear the grumble in her stomach as they finally pulled up to Granny's Bakery. Leona and her mom walked inside and were in awe at the cute decoration and old-fashioned aesthetic. "Let's see here," Mrs.Denver said with a smile as she looked at the menu while they sat down at a nearby table. "Is there anything you maybe want to try?" Leona looked at the menu as well, until a certain option caught her eye. "Blueberry...muffin?" Leona muttered, a vision suddenly coming back to her.

They'd ordered half a dozen crêpes and half a dozen crêpes was what they would get. If her ratings got any lower than they already were right now, no one would ever want to come in there and she'd have to shut it down. Jake would easily find a job elsewhere. This bakery wasn't just her workplace, it was the only proof that she still had her life together, but now it was falling apart just like everything else. Scratch that; it'd been falling apart for quite a while now, but once there was a written verdict from those stuck up food critics out there, it would be a done deal.

Instead of looking at me with compassion or worse, pity, Miranda took off her seatbelt and said. "What do you say we show any guy out there what they are missing out on with you?" Before I could ask anything, I was already being dragged inside a bakery. The smell of warm bread fresh out of the oven woke up my hungry stomach and made it growl. I blushed, hoping no one had heard it. My eyes were drawn to the display counter showcasing those treats, from cakes, pies, honey breads to chocolate éclairs, among others that looked delicious and increased my appetite.

We might find our perfect mate here. “Delivery!” Someone calls out from the other room. “Oh good. In here please!” The woman who owns the place calls back. “I had to order a bit more food. You guys are growing boys, so I want to make sure we have enough of everything. This little bakery in town makes the best lemon loaf. You’ll love it.” A second later in walks a very familiar face. Willow. “Well shit.” Ash says. “Willow thank you so much for bringing this over! I wasn’t prepared for such a large event.” The woman says.