A Novel Kitchen Novels & Stories

The kitchen was filled with the comforting scent of sizzling garlic and soy sauce as Nova and Chloe moved around, trying to follow the instructions from a Korean cooking video they had found online. The kitchen counter was cluttered with ingredients—bottles of sesame oil, bowls of marinated meat, and chopped vegetables, all contributing to the chaotic yet somehow organized mess.

Thank you ) The house was massive. Cold. Silent. A maze designed to swallow people whole. Every hallway felt unfamiliar, every corner threatening. After wandering far too long, I finally found the stairs.Gripping the railing, I stepped down slowly, my body aching, my mind racing.I don’t know how to cook.I don’t know what I’m doing.But I know one thing.I will try. Because without trying we should not have to give up . I reached the kitchen. It was vast—far too big for someone who didn’t even know where to begin. Stainless steel counters gleamed under soft lights, cabinets lined the walls perfectly, and the smell of cleanliness hung heavy in the air.Two maids were there.

But deep down, I knew peace wouldn’t last long—not with Archer King under the same roof. We walked through another set of doors into the kitchen, and I stopped in awe. The kitchen was huge. It had marble counters, shelves full of shining pots and pans, and the smell of freshly baked bread hung in the air. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, reflecting off every clean surface.

She wasn't quite prepared to do it with him yet, but she knew that soon she would have to face him in bed. She returned to Aidan's family mansion, which was large and luxurious, but extremely cold, with no warmth of the family. She sat down on the sofa and leaned over to look inside the kitchen, a large room with such amenities without regular cooking is wasteful. She turned to ask butler Beck who was standing beside her. "Can I go to the kitchen to cook?" "Okay! After all, that kitchen, apart from important occasions, is rarely used by the chef." The butler answered her with a smile, her mood immediately becoming elated. There had been a lot of bad luck these days, she wanted to go to the k

Resolute, I abandoned my vigilant post and slipped into the kitchen's domain. The stainless steel surfaces gleamed in the pale light as I rummaged through the pantry, determined to take matters into my own hands. Pots clanged and utensils clattered as I set about preparing the extravagant dishes planned for the evening. My skilled hands moved with practised grace, a symphony of culinary finesse echoing through the kitchen. Yet, as the savoury aromas began to fill the air, there was an unexpected interruption. The head maid, mistress of the mansion, stormed into the kitchen, her eyes ablaze with fury. Startled, I turned to face the imposing figure.

She pulled off her shirt and snatching a towel from the pile Noah had brought went to the bathroom. Cathy found Steph and Edna in the kitchen. The smaller of the two women was grinning from ear to ear as she rose from the oven that she had been inspecting. It was an electric hearth-style oven built into the white walls of the kitchen. Even the fridge was taller than Edna who was quite as tall as Cathy and Asher. It was also built into the wall, so where the stoves. The kitchen was so lavishly done and exquisite in architecture. “This kitchen is amazing! Look at all these!” Steph squealed.

I explained briefly, pushing the cup gently in front of him. “Ah!” He exclaimed, looking at the disposable fork and spoons on the table. Kayla and I noticed how he creased his forehead, eyeing the cutlery on the table. “Don’t wonder, Alex. She used to live alone, remember? She has one of everything. You need to go shopping,” Kayla said, eating the ravioli, then her eyes sparkled. “Mmm… This is good. Where did you buy this?” “My Kitchen by Chef Allie. I know the owner,” I said proudly, copying Alaska as she told us yesterday and causing Alex to chuckle.

Once she realized I wasn’t going to be put off course, she showed me where the cookbooks were. I poured through them, searching for something that could feed a lot of people but that I could make myself… maybe with a little help. The cook and other servants smiled as they continued their chores of the day. Though they weren’t paying direct attention to me, the kitchen felt alive in its own way, full of bustling energy, with servants coming in and out all the time. If Jake’s estate was the heart of the pack, then the kitchen was the heart of the estate. It was comforting being here around people that were working so hard, that were peaceful and content with their lives and their duties.

Kira's POV I remained in my room after helping the kitchen, for fear that I would run into Asher again. There wasn't much to do except look through some books I had found in the trash by the kitchen. It was a cooking manual, however it seemed very old because the methods used in the book ran back to when technology hadn't been very developed. It was a good book, just old, and most people didn't want old things.

My jaw dropped. It was directly out of one of those high-end house mags—glamorous countertops, top-line appliances, an island large enough to host a dinner party. And it was perfect. Not a crumb to be found anywhere on the grounds, not even a dirty glass sitting in the sink. The fridge, however, was packed, surprisingly. "What the hell? Who stocks the thing? The food fairy?" I teased myself and pulled out some eggs, butter, nuts and a few vegetables. Cooking in his kitchen felt rebellious. Something I wasn't supposed to be doing.