Sinfully Delicious Baking Novels & Stories

Eli's pov The bakery smelled like pure heaven. Sugar. Butter. Vanilla. Chocolate. Almond. Strawberries. Everything sweet and sinful hung in the air. I was already grinning like a fool as we walked into La Dolce Vita, one of the most exclusive pastries shop in the city. “This is dangerous,” I muttered under my breath as I eyed the selection of tiny cakes, stacked in trays and decorated like precious gems. “I know,” Matteo grinned. “If I’m not rolled down the aisle like an over fed pup, did I even live?”

Steven said. I clenched my fists tightly. I so much wanted to walk up to him and give him a piece of my mind, but doing that would only be for naught. I exhaled calmly, then walked away from them quickly. The baking room wasn't too far from the hall I was previously in. It was a very hot place where the most delicious cakes, bread, and pastries were made for the masses and for special occasions. Every evening after the day's job was done, the maids would rush to get it squeaky clean again to avoid contamination of any of the foods produced.

My team moved with practiced efficiency, each person performing their tasks with a blend of professionalism and enthusiasm. The front door chimed as we unlocked it, signaling the start of our first day. All the workers in "Bakery and More" were werewolves, handpicked by Xavier. Their heightened senses and strength made them excellent bakers and servers, ensuring efficiency and precision in every task. The cakes were freshly taken out of the oven, their golden crusts glowing under the kitchen lights. The scent of vanilla, chocolate, and caramelized sugar wafted through the air, blending harmoniously with the hint of cinnamon that Jennifer was carefully sprinkling on top.

isn't that what Lee had always called her? Cinnamon buns from the corner bakery were as decadent as any gateaux. Each one was as large as a side plate with gooey cinnamon filling. Cream cheese icing covered the golden tops so heavily that it was tough to take a bite without getting an icing moustache. Every morning around ten saw Eve walking to buy just one bun. If it wasn't fresh baked she felt cheated somehow; only with it being decked to the nines with cream and sugar could she resist treats for the rest of the day. When the baker saw her cross the threshold of the store he picked up the bun he'd been saving just for her. "Eve!" he would say, "this one is a monster! I've never seen a cinn

“Good thing I own a bakery.” Sebastian smirks. “I’ll take one too. Extra icing.” Celine gasps. “You get extra icing?” I laugh. “He’s special.” Sebastian leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Damn right, I am.” I pull out a tray of cinnamon rolls. As I drizzle icing over them, Celine and Sebastian can’t wait for it. “Oh my God, that looks sinful,” she groans. I smirk. “Patience, woman.”

EDEN I'm working in the kitchen when the evil little smile creeps back across my face. The place smells like vanilla and powdered sugar. I'm perfecting the Swiss meringue for the final test run of the lavender-honey layer cake. The one that's going to be the signature piece for my boutique if I ever get the funding. The frosting is glossy, stiff peaks holding their shape when I lift the whisk. I swirl a finger through it, taste it, and hum in satisfaction.

My body betrays me and lets him in. I'm tasting him. It's delicious. That's the word I can use to describe his mouth. It's like we're both struggling to devour the other faster. Then I win, I think. I lower my back to the ground, knees on the floor and undo the rest of his belt. This will be great for Never Have I Ever. I'm sure by now my conscience is dead since it doesn't bother reminding me how wrong this is. I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head.

He taunted playfully, squeezing my right tit, enjoying the way I squirmed under his touch. I snapped my eyes back to him, hands curling around his neck. Smirking, he lifted my T-shirt up exposing me in most vulnerable ways. “Wow” he clarified, jaw tight as he stared at my pussy. “I have almost forgotten how beautiful you are.” “Rowan, Forget what I said.” I said immediately. Too quickly. “Fuck me.” “Fuck who?” “Use me, chew me up, ruin me just fucking drill me,” I said. “Please.”

Breasts swaying, knees burning, sweat slicking her skin. When she reached him, he stood again, towering above her. “You want this?” She nodded frantically. “Show me.” He pressed his tip to her lips. She opened, mouth watering. “Suck.” She wrapped her lips around him, eyes fluttering shut. He tasted like musk and sin, and when he groaned, her entire body shivered. He gripped her hair and fucked her mouth slowly, deliberately, letting her choke just enough to make her eyes water.

They did not know the idyllic life was only for a while. * * * Gillian was trying her hand at baking a cake. It was Ginny's one-year-old birthday and the cake would be her gift to her little sister. Only the three of them were invited. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Hap--" Gillian and Genova both sang to the little celebrant who kept clapping her small hands. "Happy birthday, little girl!" A gravelly voice suddenly interrupted their singing. The fine hairs on her nape stood at its end when she heard that hateful voice.