Sinfully Delicious Baking Novels & Stories

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.”

“I love you ruining me.” “Good girl.” He dropped to his knees, pulling her panties down in one swift motion. Her robe hung open, exposing flushed skin and needy heat. He pushed her legs apart and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue was hot. Ruthless. He licked her clit slowly, then sucked hard enough to make her knees buckle. She gripped the counter behind her, biting back a scream. His hands dug into her hips, holding her still as he devoured her like she was his favorite sin.

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.

"Mr. and Mrs. King are waiting for you for breakfast, Miss Delgado" I heard the soft voice of Lara who was standing by the door watching me put on light makeup, trying to make myself look like a decent person. I'm a complete mess. Inside and Out. I wasn't drunk enough yesterday to forget the kiss with Maddox, and every time I close my eyes I feel his lips against mine like they're tattooed on me. Kissing him is so addictive. It's toxic, just like poison seeping into my veins willingly. I never thought a simple kiss can make me feel like this, but here we are.

She accepted the mask with a nod, understanding perfectly what was at stake. --- The ballroom of Xavier's mansion had been transformed into something out of a dark fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the space, where black and gold decorations created an atmosphere of decadent luxury. Elaborate ice sculptures depicting the seven deadly sins were positioned throughout the room, slowly melting as the evening progressed—a reminder of the transient nature of power and pleasure.