Harry Styles Bakery Novels & Stories

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f

Before continuing the journey, Leon thought of bringing a gift for his beloved wife. "Is there a good pastry shop nearby?" he asked the calm driver. "Pastries? Any specific type you'd like?" "How about... Strawberry sorbet? Something sweet and tangy for a pregnant wife." "For Mrs. Arren?" the driver clarified. "Yes." "We can go to The Harpers bakery. It's well-known for its pastry chef's expertise." "Alright, let's go there." Leon decided to make a quick stop at the renowned bakery in the city center to bring a little happiness to his wife. After the cafe chaos, Leon's mood had soured. He wanted to enjoy the cake with Arren, as drinking alcohol with a pregnant woman was out of the question.

I put my lips to the side. "It depends on who he is. "Harry Styles," said Charlie, still looking up. "He demanded that if it was a welcome party, it should have three different styles, but he is better than me when it comes to Abby. I swear, for the first time in years organizing parties, I'm lost.

he muttered, leaving the house as fast as he came. Harvey grunted, sitting back. "Young men and their temper these days" he said, dialling "Sweet Puff" on his phone. -- [Tiffany's Place] "Do you know how many orders I already have? They're over hundred and I haven't even started baking yet. Tomorrow will be a busy first day I don't know what's happening. Where are the sudden customers coming from? Or is it the location?" Stella said overwhelmingly, eating from the small bites she made.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

Oh well, it is not really my problem, but I just hate food going to waste. My last and final delivery is to an old folks’ home. Betty, the resident matriarch, is turning one hundred today, and the home has organised a party for her. Everyone is very excited when I bring in my boxes filled with traditional Victoria sponge, chocolate and cherry tart and a coffee and walnut cake. I have even made and iced a special carrot cake complete with ten candles; the matron thought a whole hundred would probably set off the sprinkler system, so we compromised on one for each decade. I stop in at Betty’s room to wish her a happy birthday before heading back to Bread to begin this morning’s batch of baking

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.

He doesn't judge him nor runs away from him because of all the things he does. "What do you want for breakfast?" Henry asks when they step outside the building. "Craving something sweet?" "Yeah," Harvey nods, "There's this French bakery not too far from here. I want a petit pain au chocolat and some éclairs." "Let's go then," Henry opens the car door for him, and Harvey sends him a death glare. "I'm sick of your formalities, Henry," he walks to the front door and gets inside. Henry chuckles and sits next to him. "Sorry, it's only a habit,"

She turned to Xander who looked annoyed as hell. "My Xandy let's go we have to pick children from school." Xander at first glared at her for calling that name but then let out a sigh of relief. "Yes please let's go." They all stood up as well as Harry. "I also have to pick the cake from the bakery. I will come back in a few minutes. You guys should start getting ready the guests will be here anytime. " Harry said making everyone nod. Reaching the bakery he asked for his order and they said they will send the order to Stone mansion which Harry agreed.

Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I'm not Mr Styles.” he replied and he heard her laugh beautifully, making his heart flutter. “Ofcourse, I know who you are. I can recognize your voice, Mr Harry.” Ciara responded and he smiled a bit, grateful for the fact that at least, she knew who it was. “Why did you call me Mr styles?” His curiosity got the better of him, so he asked. “You know, Harry. Like Harry Styles.” she replied and he smiled. They had met only once, and she was already cracking jokes with him.