I Didn't Pray For These Baguettes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The whistle stops. Silence returns. Then do I let myself breathe. My chest. Falls like I've swallowed fire. My hands shake as I clutch the bag. I wait for a few minutes listening carefully. Stone City likes to trick you into thinking you're safe. When I'm sure no one is coming I sink down fully onto the ground. I look at the bag in my hands. Two loaves of bread. That's what all this was for. I laugh softly. There's no joy in it.

It felt necessary, like grounding after days spent in rooms full of intention. A vendor recognized me halfway down the market lane and froze. I sighed. “Please don’t bow.” He straightened awkwardly. “Sorry. Habit.” “What are you selling?” I asked. He blinked. “Spiced bread.” “Is it good?” I asked. He hesitated, then nodded. “Yes.” I bought two. As we walked away, Kael tore off a piece and tasted it. “It is good.” “I know,” I said. “Power doesn’t change bread.”

He couldn't fully understand what was written there, as it was in a different language, but the pictures were self-explanatory. So Godric pointed to one of the pictures and ordered two rolls. After a short discussion and a lot of gestures, the priest got two rolls with ham and cabbage, as only these were left in stock. Louis had just looked at this with amusement. In contrast to his companion, he had no language problems because he could understand people's languages, no matter how different they were. The devil was international. Still, he waited and let Godric toil until Godric came back with his achievements. "Here, one too?" He asked offering, without actually looking at Louis, as he to

“Good morning, world!” Celine twirled into the café with two paper bags dangling from her hands like trophies. “Breakfast, my loyal minions!” she declared. Marites groaned from behind the counter. “Celine, you bought doughnuts again. We literally sell pastries here. Pastries!” “Correction,” Celine said grandly, holding up the bag like a sacred offering, “we sell sad little muffins. These—” she shook the bag “—are sugary circles of happiness. Bow before their glory!”

The warmth of his touch on my hand lingered, grounding me in this fragile yet beautiful moment. "What can I do for me to be forgiven?" he asked seriously, his expression earnest. I pretended to think, stroking my chin like a philosopher deep in thought. "Hmm... Give me your bagel, and consider yourself forgiven." He blinked, clearly caught off guard. For a moment, I thought he might refuse. He kept on blabbing about how we needed to follow the doctor's instructions. But to my surprise, he didn’t even hesitate. Without a word, he handed me the bagel, his expression so serious it nearly made me laugh.

“In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit... Lord, thank you for the blessings you have given us. Please bless this food to give us strength in our bodies, and bless this day for all of us. I would also like to pray for my father to come home because I missed him so much, and I’m hoping that soon, we will be together again. Amen.” I froze in my seat the moment I heard his prayer. I slowly turned to look at mom and Matthew, who were also glancing at me. When I looked back at Madrid, I saw him eating happily. A wide smile etched on his face. An innocent, hopeful smile. I chose to ignore the heaviness in my chest and simply continued eating. AT WORK, I was busy assisting customers wh

Want me to bring you something back? Realizing I sounded no different than usual, Lucas visibly relaxed. A voice message came through immediately. Lucas: [No need. Just buy whatever you like to eat. Love you.] I stared at the words "Love you" beneath the voice transcription and felt sick to my stomach. When I looked back at Lucy, she had already composed herself and was trying to strike up a casual conversation with me. Idiot. I ignored her completely, turned, and walked out of the bakery before dialing my father's number.

She was maneuvering the wheelchair peacefully when Primo suddenly popped out of nowhere like a fly! “Breakfast is ready!” Georgia’s shoulders jerked upward. She almost had a heart attack! She thought he already left! Primo has a food tray on his hand with coffee and different types of bread in it. “I don’t know what bread you like, so I made tons of different bread, instead.” Unexpectedly, Georgia heard those words from him. Her look of surprise flashed a proud grin in his face. He even winked at her. Did he really make these all?! There’s croissants, cinnamon, banana bread, garlic bread, and even Baguette?!

Gabriel pulled out his phone called Ralph to pick them right away. Meanwhile, in another corner,Emily seemed to be looking down at the various kind of bread on display. "you must be hungry? we haven't even had time to eat our croissants yet," Gabriel rebuked from behind Emily's back. Emily nodded as she stroked her stomach, "may I buy some bread? I don't bring any money...." she said while staring at a red bean soft bread that seemed so delicious. Gabriel chuckled "just choose whatever you want!" Emily smiled broadly then rushed to pick up the tray and put in two pieces of bread, "may I buy some for my Mom and Dorothy? asked her a little bit embarrassed.

I wrinkled my nose at the memory. “What do you mean, safer than Paps?” My Paps teased. “I’m fluent.” Dad snorted. “You can ask for a baguette or a croissant.” “Exactly. Fluent.” I rolled my eyes at them both. “So, other than to practice your French, Dad, why did you go there?”