Pastry Drawing Novels & Stories

He placed his creation in front of Xavier. Xavier looked at it quietly, his fingers moving on the e-reader before displaying the screen. "Asymmetrical but structurally sound." Leonard looked at this assessment and gave a somewhat helpless smile. Meanwhile, Merida was completely absorbed in creative joy. Her pastries came out in odd shapes, but she enthusiastically pressed her "creations" into Xavier's hands. "Xavier, this is for you! We'll eat them together!" Xavier looked at the lopsided little pastry in his hand. He didn't refuse or show any disdain, just stared down at it. After a moment, he wrote on his e-reader, "Thank you. I will taste it."

Two days later, I’m in the Kitchens. I’m meant to be with Aeron again, but I guess he doesn’t want to see me today. I must have really angered him. Because I have nothing else to do, I’m baking some pastries. They’re pretty easy. I know the recipe off by heart and as I roll the pistachio and honey in between sheets, I can see even Dylan liking his lips. “Would you like some? I need a taster.” I say.

"Cathy, honey, what exactly are you doing?" She beamed, gesturing grandly to a plate of... well, I wasn't quite sure what they were. "I'm making croissants! Or at least, I'm attempting to. Did you know they're actually really hard to get right? I think I'm on batch number... seven?" Christian, ever the diplomat, picked up one of the misshapen pastries. "They look... interesting. Very avant-garde." Cathy nodded enthusiastically. "Right? I'm calling them 'Croissants à la Chaos'. Very postmodern, very chic."

This is Sherly's dream wedding, and George will make sure it's perfect. Sherly's eyes sparkled with excitement as she produced a sketch of a stunning wedding cake from her notebook. "I had a cake design then," said Sherly, and she turned to George. "But I can't find it, and I can't draw it because I forgot the design." George nodded. "That's okay. Just buy another design. The ones we were given in the brochure are also good," George coaxed Sherly. Sherly smiled at her fiancé softly. "I met with the pastry chef, and we've come up with a design that's both elegant and delicious," she explained, showing George the intricately decorated tiers adorned with delicate sugar flowers. "It's exactly wh

Coloured chalks in hand, she is deep in concentration. The noisy chatter of the young adults as they take their seats behind her barely registering as she concentrates on the task in hand. She has already drawn the parted legs and rounded arse cheeks and was now working on the pussy lips, the outer labia. Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal.

I look around the room and though it wasn’t so big, it still looked quite exquisite. The pastries were arranged in order of breads, mini cakes to large cakes. There were biscuits wrapped in transparent nylon with a coloured ribbon placed inside a wooden basket on top of a glass table. And I was already loving the idea of working here as I sing along to Ice cream by Selena Gomez and Blackpink that was playing in the background. The walls were covered in cream colour but had on it, different mural designs of different pastries. At the centre, the words ‘Lim’s Pastry’ was scribbled on it.

The background was so soothing with some instrumental songs in the background while the nobles were chattering with each other. I let my eyes wander over the display, checking every polished silver tray on the table. I was hesitant about what to eat and took my time until my eyes landed on those Madeleines dusted with sugar and Eccles cakes. The sweet aroma of the pastries reached my nostrils, and my mouth watered. I could already imagine savoring those in a quiet place. Just as I reached for one of the golden Madeleines, a calloused hand brushed against mine, targeting the same pastry that I also wanted.

Since he was here, the mold issue would naturally be resolved effortlessly, so she spoke honestly: "I ran into some trouble making pastries. I peeked at you guys just now wanting to see who was free to help, but I didn't expect all of you to be so deeply invested in playing." "No matter, I am bound to win this portion of pastry." Luna's tone was confident and certain: "Tell me, what do you need me to do?" Clar recalled his intelligence that far exceeded ordinary people, secretly rejoicing that she hadn't played against him just now, otherwise she would have definitely lost down to the ground. She pointed at the counter: "I need a mold. The appearance is like this..." As she spoke, she used c

"Steak is a piece of meat, and if I remember right, you love steak. You love putting it in your mouth and savoring the flavor, texture, thickness, and all the juice that comes out because of what your mouth is doing to it. What's not to love about a piece of meat?" "He's my brother. He's more than a piece of meat." "Oh, he's more, for sure, and the more the merrier, and he's got so much meat. More than enough to make you super merry." Lisa focused on her drawing, then held it up for Bunny. "You know, people can see that." Lisa had drawn Bunny, mostly from the side, from her stomach up. Bunny's ears leaned a little forward from straight up, her eyes popped out like in cartoons, her exaggerate

He reached into his bag — past the textbook with the torn cover and the pencil case that didn't close properly and the collection of small objects he kept meaning to remove — and pulled out a drawing. He held it out to his father. A figure in a black dress with butterflies around her head. The dress had careful detail,more careful than the scale of the figure really justified, the work of someone who wanted to get that part right. The butterflies were possibly the size of small horses, which was a scale issue he was aware of and had decided to commit to anyway. At the bottom, in his best handwriting, which he had been practicing specifically for this: For Miss Vale. From Cassian Ardent. I th