3 Day Blinding Stew Novels & Stories

she points over to the table looking a little pale and I give her a wink, her eyes wide, to which she pales further. I carefully place the steaming dishes in front of each seat at the long wooden table. The aroma of rosemary and thyme fills my nose, making my mouth water. It’s surprising Stace can’t cook at all if this is what her mum makes. “Dinner is ready,” her mum croaks as her dad and Stacey come over to the table. I take my seat opposite her mum with Stacey beside me as she fiddles with her napkin and her dad at the head of the table. “Wow mum, this looks great!” I place my hand on her thigh as her mum begins serving us a portion of everything. There is beef with a red wine sauce, crea

I said, taking a sip, “what’s this really about? Business? Or are we pretending to be civilized before you interrogate me again?” He chuckled. “I prefer dinner before interrogation.” “Good to know.” He led me to the table which was small, round, and already set with candles. “I cooked,” he said. I raised a brow. “You? I didn’t take you for the type.” “I’m full of surprises.” “Let’s see if any of them are edible.” He laughed again. The sound was low, warm, easy — the kind that made people want to stay. I hated that it made me want to smile.

Chapter One – The Taste of Goodbye (Alina Pov The stew was almost done. I stood by the stove, gently stirring the pot, letting the aroma of garlic, pepper, and thyme fill the air. I knew exactly how he liked it—soft beef, no oil floating, a bit spicy but not too much. “Madam, should I serve the table?” the maid asked, peeking from the doorway. I shook my head without turning. “No. I’ll do it myself.”

Stefan added. Jamie could smell the delicious aroma of meat from a distance. Since the old man had invited him to the table, he certainly didn’t want to refuse. But as he got closer, he noticed something odd. Why was it all stir-fried eggs with chives, colorful stir-fried venison, and a nourishing soup made with angelica and lamb...? “These dishes are all quite nourishing,” Jamie thought, worried that if he ate too much, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

A dish that whispered control. The second was “Aftershock.” Braised beef, dark and tender, sitting atop a mash of smoked root vegetables—parsnip, celeriac, and a whisper of turnip—seasoned with ash-charred rosemary and salt flake. Bold. Grounded. Unapologetically heavy. And the third? “Scars.” A mushroom consommé, clear and dark like secrets, poured tableside to reveal a hidden dumpling of lamb and roasted garlic wrapped in delicate handmade dough. Soft. Sharp. Impossible to forget.

I watched the flames dance against the coming darkness, the smell of dinner filled the air. "I don’t know what the cooks are making, but it smells delicious." Sunama stated, and I nodded in agreement. The green sprite showed up to announce dinner and Ari jumped up, stating, “Don’t you dare you little devil, every time you say a rhyme it gets stuck in my head and jumped for him to cover his mouth.” He dodged and said, “Dinner is complete, it was no minor feat, we are having stew, but only have enough for a few.”

Yasmin and Zephyr were handed plates heaped with a hearty stew filled with chunks of tender meat, roasted vegetables, and thick slices of bread, along with some dried fruits and nuts on the side. When Yasmin looked at her plate suspiciously, the female guard snorted and waved a dismissive hand. “It’s not poisoned, if that’s what you’re thinking. If we did that, Alpha Zaid would cut out our intestines and make us eat them.” A startled laugh escaped Yasmin despite herself, though she quickly masked it. Zephyr, however, looked delighted by the gruesome remark and began digging into the meal with enthusiasm. The stew was rich and flavorful, the warm bread soaking up the broth, and soon Yasmin fo

'' Suddenly she heard Liam ask, she turned to look at him; His expression was mild, not as frosty as he always looked; she turned back to the table and pointed at the bowl of beef, a slow-cooked stew of beef and red wine, with vegetables like carrots, mushrooms, celery, onions, and lardons. The stew is usually served with mashed potato and bread. He took a plate and placed some food on it, then placed it in front of her; in the process, his hand brushed against hers. Her hand shook reflexively, and she quickly brought them down to her laps. Liam noticed her reaction, but he didn't say a word. After placing the food in front of her, he took another plate and served himself the same food.

Terry said and left the room, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. "Sorry that you had to hear that, love." my mate said and kissed me on the cheek. I squeezed his hand in a loving manner and giving his assurance that it didn't bother me. I could feel my mate's mood uplift and with a tug on my hand, he led me through the area that we were in and then stopped. I felt his life me and set me on a hard yet comfy surface. I was confused until he said, "Don't worry it's just a chair." I smiled at him and for the next few minutes, I heard the banging of metal, the scratching of some sort of utensils, and then the sound of glass coming into contact with the smooth surface that my hands were on. T