The Novel Baker Novels & Stories

He asked without looking away from the scene. “Know what?” Admittedly, I didn’t know very much about Bryan. He was part of the swim team. And due to my brothers being dicks and pulling a heinous prank on him he had to drop out for a year. He seemed like a decent guy, but the look on his face now showed something dark. The same type of dark that I felt whenever anyone went after Wakely. He pulled his eyes away from the man who was getting dangerously close to Wakely, and his face turned a bright red. “My uncle was the Baker of Brooklynn. Benjamin Baker.”

Leila Baker hadn’t set foot in New York in three years. She had left with the certainty of never returning, yet here she was, sitting stiffly at the back of her car, She stared out the window, the city had changed since she had last been there. The car came to an abrupt stop in front of Julius & Myres consulting company.A company that once belonged to someone she used to know. Someone who had once mattered. Someone she had vowed to forget. The place looked so different from what she remembered. It was her revenge that fueled her to return and she was going to do all it take. She was lost in thought until a voice interrupted.

Baker’s wrist and pushed her back. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Rachael asked, her voice trembling. She gently fixed Lysia’s hair and cupped her face, examining her with deep concern. The red handprint on Lysia’s cheek made Rachael’s heartache with both sorrow and fury. Her voice turned sharp as she glared at Mrs. Baker, “Diana Baker, you failed to raise your shameless daughter, who seduced my daughter's fiancé. And now, you dare to lay hands on my daughter? You’re just as despicable as she is! Is this the so-called morality of the Baker family?”

Mason replies. " You know the lives of bikers. Dangerous missions, alcohol and women. That's our lives. It was my life before I met you. I don't need to pretend to be something I wasn't. I used to fuck,alot. Different women every time. Some who just wanted to be fucked by a biker, others who were trying to get into a relationship. I don't want to sugarcoat things for you, Hera. What you see is what you get." I assure her. She stares at me with an unreadable expression. I can't decipher what's going through her mind. Her thoughts.

And as his arms tighten around me, I whisper back, “Yes, you’re. The Baker’s Billionaire.” ***FIN*** Author’s Note: If you enjoyed this novel, share your thoughts in the comment section. I plan to write a novel on the character Cyprian Watson. I have the perfect woman in mind for him🤭. Comment yes if you agree. Thank you for reading!!!

Northwood. What an irony! He mocked, "You don't want to be Mrs. Northwood because you want to be Mrs. Baker?"

“Master Sean will not mind it if he’s going to cook for himself.” “Hahaha. You’re actually right, Butler Nazi. He might just get disappointed with our try-hard cooking.” They’re both lucky with each other. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

As she made her way through the same parts she walked through months ago while Dylan stayed back after she insisted, Zoe stumbled upon the same bakery from months ago, with its beautiful vintage windows still as inviting as ever, and the scent of fresh bread mingling with the crisp air. As she opened the door and stepped inside, a bell jingled softly at the top of the door, announcing her arrival. She instantly approached the counter where the same elderly baker stood in the same spot, with her white apron dusted in flour, while selling bread to the people that were in line before her, waiting to buy. Zoe waited patiently till every single person before and behind her was gone, before she fi

Carter comes out of the bakery with four loaves of bread, two for him, two for his wife, and I think he’s the luckiest son of a bitch in all of Beotown. It’s almost my turn. Inside the bakery, I smell warm, freshly baked bread. Other pastries peek at me from behind the counter, but only the rich people can buy those. The people that run this place, like the mayor, and some of the farmers. Maybe the sheriff. The rest of us only dream of muffins and danishes. Through the fragrance of baked bread, I smell a faint whiff of metal and ignore it. I hope Lenny’s right. They’re not here—are they? Assholes, every one of them.

Leah asked licking her fork. Leah stands up to get flour in the pantry not waiting for my reply. I got up to help bring out all we need to bake a chocolate cake and vanilla cake. “What can I help you with?” Seth asked standing up. “Just watch” Leah replied bringing out a bowl. The kitchen door swung open and someone strolled in, I couldn't remember his name but his face was very familiar. Oh I remember, he is Nathan's best friend. He's probably here to visit Nathan. He was nicer than the rest but he also called me straight figure.