Hope Bagel Novels & Stories

He looked tired—dark circles under his eyes and a shadow of stubble on his jaw. "Why?" "Because you were incoherent and your heart rate was erratic. I'm not having the mother of my children die of a common cold because she's too stubborn to ask for help." He walked over to the counter and picked up a white paper bag. "Eat." He set a container of porridge and a cup of tea on the nightstand. The smell hit me—savory, warm, and real. My stomach gave a treacherous growl. "Did you... you bought this?" I looked at the logo on the bag. It was from a place three blocks away.

I squealed admiring the toasted bagels and cream cheese. “ Yes, I brought you food.” He laughed. “ Why did you lie that you didn't ?” He shrugged, “ I don't know, but if you look at the bright side you ate chicken and waffles and now you are eating bagels.” “ True, true.” I muttered, I took one bagels eating it, I passed it to Bella urging her to take one. “ Uhm...thank you.” She took one, eating it slowly. I smiled turning to Dexton. “ Is Isabella pretty ?” I asked him.

I mumble before turning around and going back to my room to find a pair of shoes. I quickly grab black ankle-length boots and a cute black backpack. I pull them on and run back down the stairs to the kitchen. Rose is sitting at the island eating a bagel with peanut butter. Who would put peanut butter on a bagel? I give her a look that says 'eew you're supposed to put cream cheese on a bagel.' She gives me back a look 'well it still tastes good and plus bagels with peanut butter give you protein while also giving you carbs.'

I offered him an apologetic smile. Marcelle unperturbed, grabbed my arm; “I’m starving. We have a marvelous bakery on the grounds. They make the most delicious bagels. Can’t wait for you to try them.” She kept on babbling excitedly about all the pastries and other goods. Kane followed a few paces behind us, keeping silent.

"I’m about to put in a massive order for the crew. I’ve heard the ones from that new spot around the corner are life-changing." I stop and instinctively rub my stomach. "You know Jeff, now that you mention it, this stomach feels suspiciously empty. I think I’ll care for more than a donut. Maybe a doughnut and a bagel? Is that too much?" He chuckles, jotting it down. "For you, mademoiselle? Never too much. Donut and bagel, coming right up!" I give him a playful salute and continue my walk toward the main stage. Tobias really didn't hold back when he purchased this new studio.

People could be dicks. “Burgers. Bread. Buns. Bratwurst. Do I need to go on? Ooh, bon-bons, berries, butter, baklava, banana bread. That’s a double B. Yum. Oh, and we can’t forget bagels.” Saber shook his head. “You can’t eat Baked Alaska for dinner.” “Why not? It’s the best thing on this menu. Whoever owns this place might want to revisit their options.”

Her hair is swept up into a high ponytail, the ends curled just a little, and it is all secured with a white ribbon that matches her top. She looks like she has just stepped out of a Barbie catalog. In one hand, she is holding a matching pink baguette bag—no surprise there— but it is the other hand that grabs my attention. She raises her hand holding a brown bag, and says, "Hey, we brought you breakfast: cream bagels and coffee!" Her announcement catches me off guard; I'm completely flabbergasted. "How… how did you know I haven’t had breakfast?" I blurt out without even thinking about it. But thankfully, Tiffany is completely unfazed and just grins at me with a shrug.

Tina continued. Paige took a look at Tina’s bagel, filled with cream cheese and capers. Even though she had little appetite, she could not help but salivate slightly at the thought of the taste. Seeing this, Chris told a helper, “Have the kitchen prepare another bagel.” “Understood.” The helper went to the kitchen Tina looked at Paige and asked with a smile, “Are you craving something sour, Paige?” “I think so.” Paige nodded. The smile on Tina’s face slowly faded. “Really?”

She was about to take a bite when an idea struck her. She held the two bagel halves out to Rave. “Toast these for me, please.” Rave grinned and held the palms of his hands about half an inch above each bagel. When he pulled his hands away, the tops of the bagels were toasted a golden brown. “That’s a very useful trick,” Leesa said as she took a bite of the now warm bagel. It wasn’t as good as stuff from Uncle Ralph’s bakery, but it was still pretty tasty. “Very useful indeed,” she repeated after she swallowed.

There are a few customers around ordering while some are already diving in and from the look on their faces it seems like the food tastes as good as it smells. “Oh that smells so gooood.” Elena says, taking in a deep breath. “I know right?” We excitedly walk over to the display case, different treats catching our eye. I'm at loss as to what to choose. “We should try this one” Elena points to some rainbow colored bagels covered with cream, “or this,” some chocolate filled cinnamon buns, “or maybe this?” a huge fudgy brownie. I laugh. I find her enthusiasm adorable. “Or maybe we should get everything, what do you think?”