Blazed Bakery Reviews Novels & Stories

Tille said. "It seems like the bakery has received a very high evaluation from you Lady Tille." Healer Jan replied. "I definitely like the bread they are serving there. I can't wait for tomorrow to taste them again." Tille exclaimed. "She hasn't stopped talking about it since we got back from the port. I can't blame her. The bread we had was really good and you really can't find it anywhere." Lis also said. "I'm sure Meir and the others would be happy to hear that." I replied.

“It’s beautiful. I love how lively it is.” As they strolled on, Lila guided her to a charming little bakery. "This bakery is the greatest in the area. They produce the tastiest pastries. Would you like to try some?” Hailey grinned, feeling a hint of her typical joy return. "Yes, please. The fresh scent of baked products diffuses the entire bakery. They took a seat to indulge in the sweets that Lila had ordered. Feeling a sense of familiarity she hadn't felt in days, Hailey savoured the buttery croissants and sweet tarts. Hailey exclaimed, her eyes sparkling,

I simply smiled and agreed, making sure to thank him throughout. Back at the condo, we began our new normal. Alaric made some of his crazy bread concoctions and made me try each one to noisy protests from me. I laughed until my stomach hurt and tears streamed from my eyes. In the end, I had to admit they didn't taste near as bad as they sounded, and Alaric found this a huge achievement. We went on walks together around his community, and though we walked side by side, I found a piece of myself disappointed he never took my hand into his.

he'd asked, those big eyes so much like mine looking up at me with concern. "Yeah, buddy. It's RiRi." "You should say sorry and bring cookies. That's what you tell me to do." So here I was, mid-morning, headed to Erica's house with my crutches awkward under my arms and a peace offering in a paper bag—pastries from Flour & Co., the only bakery in the city that could possibly compete with The Sweet Spot. It was the thought that counted, right?

My truck rumbled to life, and I drove the short distance with the windows cracked, letting the cool breeze cut through the lingering fog in my head. The bakery sat on a quiet corner, painted a soft sage green with white trim. A hand-painted sign swung gently above the door: Sweet Rise Bakery. Through the large front windows I could see glass cases filled with golden croissants, layered cakes, and thick loaves of bread. My stomach twisted again, sharper this time. I pushed the door open, the little bell jingling above me.

“Little Loaf Bakery – Home of Fresh Beginnings!” Axel stared at it. Then he stared some more as if the words might rearrange themselves into something that made sense. Without a word, he stormed inside, and I scrambled after him. The bakery was... modest at best. The air smelled like yeast and sugar. Old wooden counters lined the room, some cracked at the edges. A few racks held simple pastries—croissants, muffins, plain cakes with uneven icing. Faded wallpaper peeled at the corners. It wasn’t high-end; it wasn’t even trying to be. It was the exact opposite of the polished, billion-dollar company Axel had built here.

They were in it. I strolled out to the bakery, enjoying the warm slice of afternoon sun in the October sky. I said hello to Betty, covered in flour and kneading dough in the back of the shop. She dropped her task to come and help me but I waved her off, "I'm in no rush, Betty! I'll look for a while, don't let the dough go to waste." "Bless you, child," she said running back over to her dough. I took in the glass case before me, the colourful pastries and delicate finger sandwiches. I already knew most of what my order would be, but I was happy to breathe in the rich scent of the freshly made baked goods for a little while longer before returning to the musty library basement.

This interview was too important to mess up. Abeni stepped out of her uber and took a deep breath as she looked up at the Haven Bakery sign. The building was painted a warm, buttery yellow and had large windows that showcased the various baked goods inside. She smoothed down her black trousers and adjusted her white blouse before walking confidently into the bakery. The smell of fresh bread and pastries filled her nose, making her stomach growl. The bakery was bustling with activity as employees worked quickly to fill orders and serve customers. A young woman with blonde curls and a bright smile approached Abeni at the counter. "Welcome to Haven Bakery! My name is Emily. I'm the assistant ma

"The Black Pearl Lava dessert was a giveaway." He tilted his head. "You had it tonight?" "Yes," I said, a little more confidently now. "Beautiful plating. But if I may—just a small note—the sea salt in the base was about 0.5 grams too strong. It overshadowed the vanilla undertone." Fred raised his eyebrows in genuine surprise. "Our new French pastry chef said the same thing last week." I smiled faintly as I walked out of the restroom. "I run my own place—Saffron & Silk, the bakery a few blocks down. My name’s Vienna." I held out my hand, and he shook it with a warm smile.

Alana is enjoying a cup of hot tea with freshly baked bread prepared by Camila. The warm bread, accompanied by rising steam, keeps Alana focused on the flat object in front of her, trying to review the progress report on the pastry shop now under her supervision. Initially, the bakery was quite famous with several branches, but Alana didn't expect it to only maintain a few loyal customers who still buy pastries from the shop left by Leo's late mother.