Harry Styles Bakery Novels & Stories

I toss my spoon aside and wipe my hands on my apron as I jog out of the kitchen. Jack Teegan, my best friend, is standing at the counter with a large to-go bag in his hand. His eyes are roaming over the refrigerated cases of sweets on display. Ashlyn's Bakeshop sells a little bit of everything - tarts, éclairs, sweet buns, and a number of classic French desserts that no one here in Los Angeles seems to know how to pronounce - but I do the bulk of my business in specialty cakes, sculpted creations so wild that some of them hardly resemble cake at all. Jack is looking at one of my latest creations in the case right now, a dummy cake sculpted to look like a man's chest - complete with bulging p

Harry didn’t bring his car today so I assume we aren’t going far. “Since you insist I have to leave time to actually WORK today, I thought we could just get something at the bakery near your bar and eat there. Is that alright?” Harry asks. I nod. “Sounds great. Although if that’s the plan, you could have just met me there. Unless this is closer. Where do you live anyway?” I ask. Harry names a street and I stumble a little. The only reason I don’t faceplant is because of Harry’s grip on my hand.

00Stacy nodded, "I'm a little hungry." 00She didn't eat anything in the morning, and now she feels very hungry. 00"What do you want to eat? My secretary will buy it." 00"Egg yolk pumpkin, Shahe cake, caramel pudding, and red bean cake." Stacy said a bunch of desserts, and now thinking about these foods, she almost drools. 00Harry glanced back at her. They were all sweet, but she wanted to buy it. He told the secretary to buy it back, "Buy freshly squeezed juice by the way." He added, "Fresh orange juice."

Putting a light skip into my step, I glanced over my shoulder at Noah as I said as light-heartedly as I could manage, “I’m starving. Let’s raid the kitchen.” “Oh! Oh!” she excitedly said. “There’s this really cute breakfast place near Oscar’s house. It’s called… are you ready? Harry’s Breakfast Place and, yes, it’s owned by none other than Harry himself. Isn’t that a hoot? It’s not very imaginative and even less to look at, but the food is fantastic. Anyway, we went there and I grabbed you some blueberry pancakes and bacon.” “Yum,” I said with genuine appreciation.

People constantly offered Carwyn drinks, couldn't let go, and Harry was rubbing his stomach with hunger, so Grainne had to lead him to find food on her own. As he passed a large cake, Harry pointed to it and asked for it, and Grainne said, half-laughing, "Good Harry, this cake is inedible." Usually in parties, this large cake is only used for decoration, although it is a cream cake, but if it is cut, it will affect the beauty. Besides, there was no one else cutting the cake right now, she really didn't want to be the first to cut the cake. Harry lowered his head in frustration and obediently told him not to eat. Grainne patted his son's head, was about to lead him to a food table when sudden

He simply followed behind Hannah as she led the way to the place with the supposedly great food. Eventually, they arrived at a bakery. “We’re here.” Kevin frowned as he read the sign that said The Daily Knead in a rather tacky font. “Here? Just bread?” he complained. “What’s wrong with bread? The bread here is pretty good.” Hannah grabbed Kevin by the wrist and pulled him inside. A bell chimed as they entered. The bakery wasn’t very busy, as usual for this hour. Hannah looked around, noticing that the place hadn’t changed much since she left. Not that she expected anything different since it had only been a few weeks.

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

Hana exclaimed, "Eh, you didn't bring martabak like that? Martabak sultan near the gas station is delicious, subscribe from the start!” "Just give me a message!" Harry quickly took his duffel bag which was next to the door, close to the cupboard. Harry quickly grabbed his cell phone and sat down on the sofa earlier. "What kind of martabak do you want?" “The martabak with the most toppings, the thickest, the most cheese, wants chocolate topping too!” "Eh, this child is offered, immediately forget the plains!" “The plains of the times, the plains. What game do you think we're playing?"

On one of those days, I was starting to pack up when the front bell suddenly rang and a tall handsome man stepped in. “I am sorry, are you closing already? I was dying for some cupcakes…” His smooth, calming voice stole my breath away, and it took a couple of seconds before I realized that I had finally gotten a customer. “Yes, sure!” I jumped, hurrying to serve him. “By the way, my name is Harry… you must be the new damsel in the pack.” He introduced himself, and the rest, they say, was history. Harry and I became very good friends. His genuine love for my pastries made him invite even more of his friends, which in turn helped my business to pick up.

he opens the door for me. "Thankyou, but you didn't need to do that ,i could have done it myself" i say " well, chivalry isn't quite dead yet" he replies with a smirk "Oh really! Mr. harry styles" i say with a smirk "yes m'lady , besides my mama taught me quite the manners" "good for you mr. styles " i say in a crappy british accent which makes him laugh "what?" i ask. " You are clearly not british so where were you born?" he says with an amusing smile