A Novel Kitchen Novels & Stories

Winter protested. Husk didn’t even say a word to him, but just gave him a deadly stare. I followed Husk across the rooftop. We entered he white kitchen through different entrance, then we’d used when I’d first came to the suite. I took in the brand new appliances, which shone black with the marble floor and matching workspace. I bet they've never even cooked in here. I picked up the pace to catch up with him as he walked through the white hallway. There were photos up on the wall and I wanted to take a closer peek except he walked so fast I found myself jogging behind him.

"I am not going to hurt you.'' She nodded more to herself, then followed him in the direction of the kitchen. When they finally made it there, October was in awe of the array of stainless steel appliances, glass countertops, wooden cabinets and tables. We made the floor and entire walls of the kitchen of marble. Alistair began searching through the cupboards, then turned to her. ''Do you like pancakes?'' "Yes,'' October replied in a small voice. "Do you even know how to cook?" She asked a little louder. Alistair made a small hissing sound. "I might be king, but I know my way around the kitchen." "King?" "Hmm," was all he said. October watched Alistair as he prepared her breakfast, fascinated

The kitchen was like a scene from a fairy tale; its rustic charm was a striking contrast to the regal elegance of the dining room. The walls were lined with rough, red bricks, giving the space a cozy, timeless feel. Large wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and the floors were made of weathered stone tiles that added to the old-world design. Despite the kitchen’s archaic style, it was impeccably clean and well-organized, with pots and pans hanging from hooks and utensils gleaming in the candlelight.

RAYNE The kitchen of the Alpha’s mansion was the only place that didn't feel like a prison cell. It was huge, all stainless steel and dark marble, smelling of expensive coffee and floor wax, but here, I could pretend. I could hum a mindless tune, something I used to listen to daily in the human world, and focus on the simple reality of making a sandwich. I sliced the chicken with methodical precision. I mixed the creamy mayo, watching it coat the meat until it was just right.

“This is my room.” Nova blinked. “Your room?” He nodded. “What are we doing here?” “I’m going to feed you.” Before she could ask another question, Kael headed toward another doorway. Curiosity got the better of her, and she followed. The moment she stepped through, she nearly gasped. Beyond the doorway was a large dining area connected to a fully equipped kitchen. Pots hung neatly above a wide wooden island, and fresh ingredients sat on the counter as though someone had planned to use them.

She uttered, her eyes lit when Josephine smiled at her and walked away along the way she spotted her shirt on the floor from last night then wore it. When Josephine entered her open kitchen; through the windows welcomed the passage light of the early morning. The kitchen was set off with a lively and vibrant energy. The cold marbled tiles stretched across the room. With brick walls and fake plants decorating the kitchen. White painted wooden cabinets displayed on each side of the walls with the sink at the far end of the kitchen near the windows and to top the unique look off, a large island was sitting in the middle of the room with a stove installed in the middle. Besides Josephine stood t

And considering Jane room is her room back home made everything about this room more cliche. There was a large couch near the window, a study table by the wall, shelves already filled with books, and then something that made me pause. A kitchen. An actual private kitchen. I walked toward it slowly just to confirm that my eyes weren’t lying to me. Yep. Sink. Cabinets. Cooking space. Even a small fridge. “Are you seeing this?” I asked while turning toward River. He leaned against the wall and laughed. “Bro this is insane.” I crossed my arms while looking around again.

But the house was too quiet not to be curious. Nova passed what she assumed was the library, double doors with black handles and windows too frosted to see through. She kept moving, heading to the kitchen, which looked straight out of a luxury home magazine. She opened the fridge and found everything labeled and portioned. Someone had restocked it with almond milk, ripe fruit, and even her favorite granola. She hadn't told Damian that. Nova hadn't told anyone that. She stood there, staring at the carton as if it had cursed her.

ANA I scanned the open-plan kitchen looking out into a large balcony, lit up romantically, giving me a glimpse of its shadows. This was every chef’s dream kitchen. I was no chef by any means, but this was a state of the art kitchen, every appliance was new. This room was gorgeous. This time, I slid down Roman’s body and slowly walked around the massive room. I must have looked ridiculous roaming around the kitchen, still wearing my wedding dress. I didn’t care.

Heidi snapped, clearly annoyed. She made her way down the corridor, walking fast. I followed her down the corridor and up the stairs, and soon we were walking down the hallway of the mansion. We made our way down another hall, then another, this place was a maze I realized. I followed on Heidi's heels not wanting to get lost. Before I knew it, we were standing in a magnificent kitchen, which was modern with expensive and top of the range appliances. There were numerous girls in the kitchen, preparing raw meat, which was set out on top of various benches and tables within the huge kitchen. The girls were all cutting the meat up and putting it onto serving trays. It was amazing to me, how quie