3 Day Blinding Stew Novels & Stories

jewelry. Piercings, to be exact. His nose, his tongue, every inch of his ears and even his lips. He kept smiling at me, I could see the glint from his gums as well and held back a shudder. They all worked on ridiculous amounts of ingredients and separate pots of their own like they were cooking for an entire colony. Pedro was focused on what he was cooking, his eyes alternating between whatever sweet smelling heaven he stirred in that pan and my face, like he expected me to try something stupid. After what felt like an eternity of shaking, he plated the dish — beef stew with boiled eggs and a burger.

he said. “Then, for the love of every god, we no longer worship,” Jax said, “intervene.” Rin bristled. “Excuse you. This is perfectly acceptable—” The stew chose that moment to emit a burp of steam that smelled faintly like boiled leather and regret. Kael stepped closer to the fire, peered into the pot. “What did you put in it?” he asked. “Meat,” Rin said. “Water. Salt. Those herbs Rowan left on my desk that smelled like not‑poison.”

[CORA] The kitchen was chaos in the best way—organized, purposeful, alive with movement. Pots boiled on every burner. Knives flashed against cutting boards in rhythmic precision. The ovens blazed hot enough to make sweat bead along my hairline despite the open windows. Over three hundred wolves needed feeding tonight, maybe more if neighboring packs sent representatives for the Blue Moon ceremony. Fifteen hours until moonrise. I stirred the venison stew with mechanical efficiency, adding herbs by instinct rather than measurement. Thirty years in pack kitchens taught me what recipes needed without looking at written instructions.

Dinner was very different; I could feel it strongly. Selene prepared, with Beth, a meal that she said was meant to “strengthen the soul and not just the body.” There was a herb stew, braided bread, buttered vegetables, and a cream dessert. Tris arrived with flowers for me and said they weren’t out of sentimentality but because he’d lost a bet with Liv. Liv denied it too quickly, and I just smiled. Izan toasted the protected children, which was saying a lot for an Alpha who was usually quiet around me.

"What did the chef prepare for us tonight?" ​Avery cleared her throat, quickly trying to smooth over her lie. "Oh, the chef made a pan-seared sea bass with a light lemon sauce. He... well, actually, I told him he could take the evening off. He works so hard every day, and I thought I could relieve him of his duties tonight." ​Damien hid his amusement. His private security had already informed him that she had spent the last two hours in the kitchen, humming and slicing vegetables herself. The real Kendra wouldn't know how to boil water, let alone cook a gourmet meal to give the staff a break.

"If you say so, Aurora." "Children," Alexander announced, straightening. "It's time for the traditional solstice stew. Would you like to join the pack in the great hall?" Both pups eagerly abandoned their artwork, Silverleaf already chattering about the sweet moon cookies that traditionally followed the meal. Alexander led them toward the door, pausing to look back at me. "Coming?" he asked. "In a moment," I replied. "I'll just clean up here first." As their voices faded down the hallway, I began gathering the scattered pigments. The earthy scent of the natural dyes suddenly seemed overwhelming, and a wave of nausea rolled through me.

“Really?” Blade blinked once. “Really what?” “The stew. The stew that magically vanished two minutes after you walked away.” He frowned at the ceiling as if deep in thought. “Strange. Sounds serious. Could be thieves.” “In the locked cabin?” He nodded gravely. “Very skilled thieves.” Calla pointed at the bowl. “And the evidence?” Blade glanced at it like he had never seen it before in his life. “That bowl has been here for years.” “It is still warm!”

Axel POV: “O-Okay. I think my beef stew is r-ready.” I watched as she grabbed two large bowls, scooping white rice into both bowls before pouring in the beef stew. The stew soaked into the white rice as the seasoned meat and vegetables mixed along the rice. It smelled as good as it looked. “I made you a b-bowl too.” She pushed one of the large bowls to me and handed me a spoon. The professor, seeing that Aurora was done with her cooking, began to make her way over to us.

Jenna wiggled her brows playfully. “Of course, you were yelling at the ceiling and calling it smirking.” Although I was caught red-handed, I wasn’t ready to accept my mistake. So, I shot back at her as she said. “You are blushing, Ash. Look at the redness on your cheeks.” “It’s called anger!” I glared at her as she sat beside me. “And why are you here? Don’t you have anything apart from spying on me?” “Nope!” Jenna replied casually. “Tonight, the kitchen has cooked three-meat stew for servants, and I don’t like that cocktail of flavors.

Damn, how could a restaurant like this exist? “Soon, the lights in the room will be turned off. Your utensils are on the table to your right. The food will be served one at a time, and don’t worry, everything is pre-cut into bite-sized portions, so you won’t have to cut anything. Enjoy your meal.” Sure enough, as instructed, the surrounding lights dimmed further. No more slivers of light. So what was the point of this blindfold? “Don’t take it off, Alexa.” Alpha Gabriel’s voice halted my hand, which was about to remove the blindfold. “I want to test your super senses.”