Clay Bacon Novels & Stories

It was the least I could do for myself while trying to not give a jealous side chick vibe. They walked past me and Bay paused and looked over his shoulder “ please can you help me fix something to eat? I am very famished” He requested as he gave me a pleading glance that looked almost adorable. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I faced him and shrugged. “Sure… what’d like to eat?” “Bacon and cheese… anything you can find in the kitchen. Thank you” “And add a glass of fresh orange juice” Claire chipped in arrogantly.

We stayed like that for a long moment, until I began to wonder if he'd dozed off. “Anyta?” “Yes Clay?” “Thank you.” Clay straightened, his eyes drilling into mine. “You're welcome.” I swallowed, smiling at him. “Hungry?” He paused, then shrugged. “A little.” “I made mac and cheese, and cinnamon rolls and,” I sighed, “salad.” His eyes lit up with amusement, “why so much food?” “I was…bored.” He chuckled. “I'm going to get you a plate and hop in the shower,” I continued.

“If you insist. But let me know if you need any help.” “Thank you.” As Clara stepped aside, I mentally went through a recipe I knew by heart for macaroni and cheese with crispy bacon. It wasn’t fancy, but it was comfort food, and I wanted Adrian to feel that warmth in every bite. I opened the pantry, searching for ingredients, only to realize we were out of a few key items. Clara offered to send someone to the store, but I shook my head again. “No, I’ll go myself. It’ll be quick.”

“Clay is allergic to nuts, especially almond.” Taken by that information, Sky immediately looks towards Clay. With his mind in between thoughts observing Clay in return, Andrea is left speechless as he is in a deep wonder. When it a certain someone from his past with the same food allergy reminds him off. Thinking that it might just be a coincidence as there is not just one person who had an allergy to the same certain food at once, he shakes the thoughts away.

Clayton said, reaching over to take Mom’s hand as she sat down with us at the kitchen table for breakfast, putting a steaming platter of bacon in the middle of the table for everyone to help themselves to. For a moment, my mouth watered. God, it had been so long since I had had bacon. Surely, one strip wouldn’t kill me. But I knew just how much fat there was in that. I would have to work out for a while just to burn it off, and it would probably leave me feeling like shit anyway. It wasn’t worth whatever momentary pleasure I would get out of it.

"You're royally fucked." "Declan! Breakfast is ready!" I heard Clay shout. I quickly washed my face and took my bath before joining him downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, the sight that greeted me made my stomach clench. Clay stood at the stove, cooking some eggs and bacon. He had an apron on and underneath the apron was nothing but his boxer briefs. My eyes were immediately drawn downwards and I quickly averted them. I sat down at the island counter and looked at the full plate in front of me. "Is this for me?"

He is too big, too muscular, and frankly, too handsome to be failing this hard at making basic scrambled eggs. "I told you, the pan was too hot" he chuckles. I try using a plastic spatula to aggressively poke at a sad, rubbery yellow mass. "And for the record, your spatula technique is what ruined the bacon.” He defends himself playfully. "The bacon is blackened, Aiden. That’s called cajun style" I shoot back, nudging him sharply with my hip to crowd him out of the way.

I commented between bites, savoring the meld of flavors—the sharp cheese, the sweet tomato, the smoky bacon. He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye that made him look younger. "What, CEOs can't handle a sandwich press? I'll have you know, this is my specialty perfected over many late-night cravings." I laughed again, the sound echoing softly in the spacious dining area with its high ceilings and modern chandelier. "Apparently they can. This hits the spot, better than any deli I've tried downtown. The bacon was a genius addition; it adds just the right smokiness without overpowering everything."

sprig of basil. "That was mine," Caelan said. "Three years ago." "And this?" She touched a jar shape beside it. "Another's. I never knew whose." "Then perhaps they ended up in the same meal," she replied, laughing. Along the expanse, a bell tolled—not to announce ownership, but presence. --- 10:27 AM — Sector Q, Clayseal Workshop Grounds Avenues of earth ovens were half-immerged in ground that had been reshaped by hand. Clay bricks were drying alongside them, stamped not just with identifiers, but with common designs: waves, branches, constellations. A child held up a new brick and asked, "Can this one be used even though it isn't the same shape?" The workshop steward nodded. "If it fills t

Grace instructed and Clara quickly got to work. "Now, we need to cook the bacon until crisp, 5 to 6 minutes at least," Grace said as she watched Clara do as instructed. "Okay now you can remove the bacon from the pan and cook the shallots in the bacon fat until tender, about 2 minutes should do," Grace instructed, and Clara followed the instructions. "Let me slice the peaches as you work on the bacon," Grace suggested and quickly got to work. Clara was already tired from the heat burning her hands occasionally and moving around in the kitchen. It wasn't the same as making tea.