Recette Teriyaki

(This story contains an obscene plotline.) Read at your risk. R-18 ) I want her back and own her. I want her to taste so badly.

Asha, an orphan at a young age, is now on the brink of helplessness and despair. Would she let despair to chase her for the rest of her life? No, thus, she faces the man who wants her dead and dares to stand as a woman in the world of male chefs. She creates her own dishes and makes his father's recipes alive again. Her adventures lead to clues of her father's real killer and get entangles with love at the same time. Somehow, when she is face to face with the murderer, will she forgive or not? The Recipe of Love will show her the right decision to make.

There are certain things one should never mess with. Like someone else's final exam revision notes, for example. Or a life-saving online calculus course. And a chicken curry meal ordered by a college student who has been starving for eight whole hours.

"Shut down for rectification, fined $500,000, plus $300 compensation per customer. That’s the penalty from the Food Safety Bureau. Let’s see if you dare serve us gutter oil again!” Yves Larson, a part-timer at a construction site, sends me a provocative text purposefully, as though he's worried that I don't know what's going on. I just stare at the sign that says "closed for renovation", which is hung on the front door of my eatery. Never would I expect that the budget eatery that I've opened for the sake of the workers will be transformed into a blade that's aimed at me, thanks to the very same workers. That night, I sit in the apartment that my dad has left to me before his death. There, I spend the whole night smoking. Early the next morning, I head over to the bank and withdraw the money left behind by my dad, which is 260 million dollars. Half a month later, my eatery is open for business again. Work resumes at the construction site as well. Yves leads the construction workers to the restaurant at lunch. "I've taught him a good lesson last time. This time, I'm very sure that he won't have the guts to serve us cheap food made of shitty ingredients!" What he doesn't know is that the original eatery is already demolished. In its place stands a luxurious five-star restaurant. I stand in front of the main entrance as I perform a welcoming gesture to the workers. "This is a five-star restaurant that offers a private dining experience to you. The minimum bill for each table is 4000 dollars. You're welcome to dine here."

“I cannot. . . I feel as if I cannot damn well think with this mad need I have for you,” he groaned into the hollow of her throat. “By the moon goddess, I am not an untried lad, but I cannot stop, Germaine.” She threaded her fingers through his long hair and murmured. “I have no wish for you to stop, Keratin.” **************************************************************************************** Celebrating victories does not mean werewolves appear out of thin air, or do they? Germaine is celebrating with her friends in her bakery, one night, when three men, who obviously look out of place, suddenly appear, claiming they are from another world and need her help. She finds out she may not be as human as she initially thought, and the powers she discovers she has will come in handy. What she doesn't realize is it will involve her going on dangerous journeys with them, and almost getting killed. What she also does not know, is that she is destined to be the mate to one of them - Keratin, the head of the warriors. Amongst the white moon clan, she and Keratin are an exception to the rule.

My mother sells special éclairs. Each one costs a thousand dollars, but the female customers fight each other to buy them. They look like they can't get enough. My sister wants to take a box to share with her boyfriend when she sees how popular they are. However, my mother firmly rejects her. She says she's the only one who can touch those éclairs. My sister refuses to listen. She secretly sneaks into the freezer in the basement. Then, in the middle of the night, I hear her wanton moans.