Blazed Bakery Reviews Novels & Stories

I inadvertently murmured. The spiciness and saltiness of the sauce and the crispiness of the outer layer of the fried mantis prawn… not too hard, not too soft— in other words, perfect. "What do you mean 'it's good'?" Blaze immediately reacted to my statement. "Of course it is! I'm the one who made it!" He seems proud of his culinary skills. "Yeah, you are amazing," I said to Blaze. “Hahaha, of course I am!” Such little compliments already made Blaze self-conceited… if I say anything further, he probably will become haughtier.

And he had to do something about the tent pole in his jeans before Blaze saw that her ‘dear, sweet, best friend’ was so hard he could drill holes in the wall. Was it embarrassing? Yes, dammit! Big-time! “Okay,” Blaze said. “I noticed a ‘boulangerie’ (bakery) on the corner yesterday. I could go get us some bread for lunch, maybe some quiche,” she added. “Great idea,” Fabien replied, already heading for the bathroom. Her plan had the added advantage of getting her out of his apartment for five minutes. Long enough for him to get a grip on himself, to release some of that sexual tension that was torturing him.

And the moment it hit my tongue, I moaned. It was that good. "I swear, I’m not even a cake person, but this is mind-blowing," I said, taking another bite. Sia beamed. "Told you! That bakery is amazing!" I tried another flavor. Equally perfect. I really tried not to make a sound, but a satisfied hum escaped me. "If everything this chef makes tastes like this, then... I love this chef too. Just look at the texture, the flavors... Incredible!" I praised.

Kyle taunted him. "Victoria is a fucking bitch, una troia, while my true mate didn't had her first kiss, she waited for her mate instead of being a greedy slut, so don't say that she can't be confident because she can and I believe in her." Blaze said through his gritted teeth and left the restaurant, leaving his family in stupefaction. (A whore.) He sniffed to find his mate and smiled when he felt her close to the restaurant, he knew that she wouldn't leave him alone.

When I think of Satan's daughter's face, I can't help but scowl; she exudes a terrible aura that is so contagious. When I removed my helmet, I was able to see inside the bakery, which had a lot of customers. People in Camden have been flocking to this bakeshop since it opened, and I've heard it's due to the excellent bread baked by Jade. But I've never tried any of it; yet, every time I pass by, I can smell the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread, which leads me to believe that they're quite excellent and the people aren't lying about it.

It was similar to Torta Savoia with its rich chocolate hazelnut cream that I had from the human realm and had instantly become my favorite. “Good?” Blaze rasped. When I nodded, he wiped something off my upper lip with his thumb before putting it in his mouth. His eyes heated as he sucked it. Every little thing he did, every gesture, was like a scene from a movie, earning little moans and giggles from the blushing female waitresses and customers who were no longer looking at their dates. “I like it too. Better than anything I have ever tasted.” Why did it sound like he was no longer talking about the cake?

Across town, he ran his bakery like a kingdom, the lines out the door from his customers were unbelievable not just locals buy from him even the tourist travel down just to get a taste of his baked goods and the reviews? The five star ratings on his bakery that made critics weep, and a fanbase that treated him like some tattooed pastry god. I told myself I didn’t care, but every time his name trended, I burned hotter than the ovens in my shop. He wasn’t just a rival baker, he was a thorn in my side, a storm in human form and damn him, he made it look so easy. “You’re spilling your sugar,” he drawled, leaning against his counter like he had all the time in the world. His eyes flicked to the s

the woman explained as she rubbed her puffy eyes. “Thank you, Ma’am. Auntie will definitely come back healthy and work again,” said Via agreed. It was only after the regulars passed the door that Sean came to the front of the counter and the two of them faced each other. “I need a recommendation for the best bread here,” Sean said after clearing his throat and giving a faint smile. Without even looking at the man, Via walked towards the show case. “We recommend the Almond Biscotti, the ungrated Besitos De Coco and the Lava Cheese.” Via gave a not-so-sweet cake reference, knowing Sean didn't really like it.

I take a sip. It’s sweet when it hits my tongue, but the moment I swallow… damn. I cough hard and glare at him. “You said it would have a punch. This feels like I just swallowed fucking blades.” Giggles laughs. “Told you.” I take another sip anyway. It does taste good, even if it burns. “Hey.” I tense at the deep voice and glance sideways. Blaze leans against the bar, wearing that familiar smirk. “You good?” he asks. “Fine. Giggles is just trying to burn a hole through my throat, that’s all,” I grumble and take another sip.

The bakery was small and almost quiet except for the the sound from the workers and the few customers discussing. There were a few tables near the window, a display case filled with pastries, and a woman behind the counter with flour on her apron. She smiled the second she saw me. "Welcome. What can I get for you?" I looked at the display case. My eyes catching the slices of lemon cake, it was a bright yellow with powdered sugar on top. Probably tastes as it looked. "Can I get a slice of that?" "Of course." It was going to cost me a fortune, but I was so frustrated I just wanted something sweet