I Didn't Pray For These Baguettes Novels & Stories

“Yeah, well. People change.” Ricardo raised a suspicious brow. “So now you pray?” “Yes,” I said solemnly. “When food this holy appears, you show respect.” He shook his head, chuckling under his breath, but folded his hands anyway. “Fine. Lead the way, Pope Ryan.” I bowed my head slightly and mumbled, “Dear God, thank you for this food. Thank you for sparing Ricardo’s fingers. And thank you for cinnamon and YouTube tutorials. Amen.” Ricardo laughed quietly, shaking his head as I grinned.

“The McQueen rolls sounds nice.” He grins, but still shakes his head, “The McQueens don’t cook.” “Well, you do.” I point out. He raises his hands in surrender, “Let’s see how it goes.” He picks the roll, and he is about to eat when I speak, “Shouldn’t we say grace?” His brow rises. “I don’t say grace.” Yeah, I remember why. I sigh, and not wanting to make him do what he doesn’t want to, I say, “Fine, I will say grace alone.” I close my eyes, muttering a silent thanksgiving prayer, and when I finish, I open my eyes.

The crowd gasped, stepping back in shock. The rat itself didn't faze me—instead, I was shocked to realize just how utterly unfamiliar the man I had known for over 20 years had become. Lucas pulled a handful of crumpled notes from his pocket and threw them at my face. Each one was filled with hateful insults. "Whore!" "Homewrecker! You deserve to die!" The writing was messy and distorted, as if scrawled by someone in a frenzy. "I've told you countless times—rescuing Cass is my job! And as a friend, of course, I'd be there for her when she needs me! And yet, you humiliated Cass over something so trivial! You're the real disgrace!"

They took each other's hands, and with closed eyes, began to recite The Lord's Prayer in French; some of the only French that Mikael knew fluently: Notre Père, qui es aux cieux, que ton nom soit sanctifié, que ton règne vienne, que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel. Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour. Pardonne-nous nos offences comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offensés. Et ne nous soumets pas à la tentation, mais délivre-nous du mal, car c'est à toi qu'appartiennent le règne,

The moment I stepped outside, I let out a shaky breath. Andre loved chocolate croissants. Every time I bought one, he'd insist on taking the bigger piece. Then he'd laugh and claim he deserved it because he was younger. A weak smile appeared on my face. I really wished I was sharing these with him right now. I started walking back toward my street. Then suddenly stopped. A presence stood directly in front of me. The plastic bag slipped from my hand and hit the ground. The croissants rolled from the bag. My hands turned cold instantly.

Brandon The way the raindrops drummed against the roof of the car soothed something in me, and fixating on it also took my mind off the bag of croissants I was holding—okay, now I’m thinking about croissants again. I’ve been gone for a whole week, and since Mom and I stopped to have breakfast at that restaurant we really love—the one we can’t go to very often because it’s far—I decided to keep croissants for Johnny and Mike.

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 will just put them back to the place where they are supposed to be, with their friends. I took the bread out from the bag and started eating it. Good thing that the bread is still good to eat and it still tastes good. Even though there's even a tiny ant on it. It is still good to eat. I just need to remove the ants and I can still eat it. I remember how Jayvee and I tried to bake when we were at the orphanage. If only I knew that he will be the man that I will love. I will never let him go but like what Mother Superior said. That everything happens for a reason and it is up to me to find that reason. Actually, I still don’t know why. I still don’t know the reason and maybe I will know it i

I said as I ran down along with my phone inside my pocket going to the dining area. Right after I sat beside Mom, the three of us closed our eyes as Mom leads our prayer. "Bless us Oh Lord and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive. From thy bounty through Christ our Lord, Amen," we then draw a cross in our body. We then grabbed a portion of food and munch it abruptly. Mom and Dad were talking about businesses and stuff like that but I can't seem to relate to their topic. I just delivered my attention from eating and focusing on the bright side.

said Terry holding the tong ready to pick one of the fish. “Ah. Ah! Not yet. Blessings first,” said the father, and everyone bows their heads, “Shall we pray. We thank you, God, for this blessed morning. Thank you for this bounty here on our front. We acknowledge that You are the source of our needs. May You bless this food and give us strength as we continue doing our work this day. May You protect my daughter and Ally on their trip this afternoon. May you give Ally the strength and courage to overcome all her trials and problems. All these things I ask in Your name. Amen.