successful bakery stories

Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night. "Why are you asking me why? Isn’t it obvious or should I tell you?” Kaylee asked. Her stepsister’s word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life. she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he’d step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank. He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face. They locked her up in the house and set it on fire. “Help me...” came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her. “Anyt... I’ll give anything in return...please...” She passed out. "Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked. The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her. "Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!" Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world. "Does this mean that I will become a monster?" In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful according to their beliefs. "Then I am a god!" In ancient times, they were feared as monsters and fed on fear. "I will become the master of ghost stories!" But under the scouring of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of texts that were regarded as nonsense. "It is my duty to recast the glory of the ghost story." But you are not a ghost story, um, not a human being either. "Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster." (china novel not mine. repost)

A late-night bakery. A moody baker. And cookies that taste like feelings. Tucked into a quiet corner of old Tokyo, there’s a bakery that only comes alive after dark. Its name is Moonlight Crumbs, and every night at exactly 9:00 PM, a warm, golden scent curls through the air, pulling in lost souls and night wanderers. At the heart of it all is Elias Greywood, a quiet man who bakes to forget. Each cookie he makes unknowingly carries a trace of his emotions — his joy, his sorrow, his longing for a home that no longer feels like home. Customers swear his cookies taste like memories they forgot they had. Elias just thinks he’s bad at following recipes. What Elias doesn’t know is that his family’s old house — the machiya he still calls home — has a secret. Something ancient sleeps beneath its floors, something that remembers his parents, remembers every tear and every laugh poured into their baking.

Lyra built her cafe from nothing, flour-dusted mornings, a till that barely balances, and a dream she refuses to let die. She doesn't have time for love. She definitely doesn't have time for Ethan, the infuriatingly charming regular who keeps showing up at closing time with the wrong order and the right smile. Then there's Damon, Ethan's best friend, always one step ahead, always a little too interested in her. Lyra tells herself it's nothing. Ethan tells himself it's nothing too. But in Gorgo City, nothing stays simple. Not the bakery. Not the rivalry. Some love stories rise slowly, like dough left to prove overnight. This one's about to boil over.

it was a pain full story and last was a very impressive

I woke up in the body of a villainess destined to die miserably—the adopted heiress about to be disowned for a crime she didn’t commit. But I have two advantages the original Cassandra never had: I’ve read this novel before. And a mysterious System just offered me impossible paths to success. They call me a villain? Perfect. I’ll be the villain who conquers the world. With an Angelic Voice, songs from another universe no one here has heard, and pure determination, I’ll completely rewrite my destiny—one viral hit at a time. The protagonist can collect his harem. I’ll build my empire. After all, revenge isn’t a dish served cold. It’s served on stages, with millions watching.

After failing his university entrance exams, Kwang-su is sent by his father to a remote village to live with a grandfather he’s never met. Upon arrival, he’s greeted by an unfamiliar elderly man—his grandfather’s boyfriend. Confused and unsettled, Kwang-su later meets his real grandfather, a village baker. At the bakery, he’s introduced to the boyfriend’s charming grandson, with whom he must now work. Their first encounter is tense, marked by misunderstanding. But as they spend time together, an unexpected connection begins to bloom—one that promises to shift the course of Kwang-su’s quiet, reluctant new life...

Lucky Charm Coffee Shop and Bakery is a humble shop in a place of general chaos. Here the laws of physics warp and change without a care, buildings randomly shuffle around, and no one is quite sure where they came from. It is both the easiest and hardest place to find in the multiverse, never staying in one place. This shop in particular is a hotspot for travelers of all kinds, time travelers, dimension travelers, and even people who weren't trying to travel at all. The owner of the place welcomes them all so long as they have a few items they are willing to trade for her treats. Welcome to Lucky Charm Coffee Shop and Bakery, I hope you enjoy your stay. (Also published to scribblehub and quotev, for maximum serotonin)

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"