Blue Eyed Baker East Aurora Novels & Stories

He followed the sound, his steps heavy, and found himself at the kitchen door. There they were. Aurora, her long curly brunette hair tucked back loosely, stood by the counter with flour dusting her cheek, her hands busy kneading dough. Beside her, perched on a stool, Elara clapped her floury hands together, her giggles echoing like bells. The counter was cluttered with bowls, sugar, eggs, and a tray of cupcakes waiting for the oven. “Do you think Daddy will love these cupcakes, Mommy?” Elara asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.

This time Alden laughed. "I told you, anything related to you, how could I forget?" Aurora sighed. She shook her head. "Believe it or not. By the way, since we're going in the same direction, can you please stop by the bakery in front? Amma and Asher's wife want to visit our house. I want to buy them some cakes to take home later." Alden agreed. He slowed down the car as they approached the bakery where Aurora went in. Alden got out too, accompanying Aurora who seemed busy choosing and buying cakes to give to her mother and sister-in-law.

My blue hair fell beyond my shoulders, representing everything I was destined to be rather than being the object of youthful awe. As I fixed the silver circlet Alpha Derek had given me for the mating ritual, my hands shook a little. The thought of him made my heart skip a beat. Prophecy and duty had entwined our futures as we grew up together. I had noticed the tender grin he kept for me and the warmth in his black eyes, even though our interactions had always been professional and closely watched by the pack elders. I was startled out of my reverie by a gentle knock on my door. I called and said, "Come in," hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

was all I could say since my eyes are locked on the man sitting beside this stranger in my house. Ace was wearing a white shirt topped with a flannel shirt, and his hair was a messy curtain in his beautiful face. As our dinner went on, I learned that the stranger inside my house is named Aurora. She lives two blocks away from my place, and Ace helped her with her car this afternoon. Aurora seems like a sweet woman. Her pale dark hair and mossy green eyes were as genuine as they could get. She works as a teacher in a preschool and she was really talkative. Annoying as hell.

‘I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful. An endless prospect of magic and wonder’ –Ansel Adams ‘I can’t seem to have enough of this sight’, Aurora said. She was at her favorite spot in the whole of Bellona kingdom, at Biase Mountain, the highest point in the kingdom. Of all the magical sights within her universe, this struck her the most. The view was a magnetosphere decorating the sky with a blend of graceful colors, a glorious ray of interwoven colors of different shades stitched into the sky. From whence, her name ‘Aurora’ was coined, as the spot was known as Aurora Biase. She always wondered if her keen admiration of the view was as a result of their shared name. The magnifice

the woman said, her hands tugged within her husband’s. Liora’s eyes burned with tears. “Thank you so much,” she whispered. Then the next presenter stepped forward. It was the baker—the man who owned the largest bakery in the pack and was known for his mouth-flavoring bread, fresh cake, and captivating aroma. “If the Luna is not the first to taste today’s produce, then who else is well fitted?” Liora’s ears burned. “I… thank you,” she chirped. Bianca and the others’ hands were soon filled, and the guards had to step in. Everything was transported to the pack kitchen.

"Though I understand you've been away from society for some time." "I was working." "How admirable." The words didn't sound like a compliment. "And now you're back. How fortunate for your family." Mrs. Grey moved on before Aurora could respond. "Don't mind her," someone said. Aurora turned. A younger woman, maybe thirty, with kind eyes. "Margaret Grey hasn't approved of anyone since 1987. I'm Jessica Yun. I run the Eastside Gallery." "Aurora." "I know who you are. Everyone does." Jessica's smile was genuine. "That entrance was perfect, by the way. Very Grace Kelly."

In the warmth of the quiet kitchen, Aurora moved carefully, checking the oven with a soft smile as the faint aroma of vanilla and peaches filled the air. With the chef’s guidance and Edith’s encouragement, she had managed to make a small, heartfelt birthday cake for Grayson—nothing extravagant, just something personal. Something she hoped would touch even a small part of him.