A Novel Kitchen Novels & Stories

But what caught my attention was the wall of books. "You read," I said, surprised. "Does that shock you?" "I pictured you as more of a... business reports only kind of man." He almost smiled. "I have layers, Clara." He took the wine from my hand and led me to the kitchen. It was modern, all marble and steel, but there was a pot on the stove that smelled like garlic and herbs. "You cook too?" "My mother taught me. Before she died." The air grew heavy. I didn't ask how she died. I had a feeling the answer would be painful.

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.

ANYA The kitchen fell quiet after Alaric dismissed the chef. I still wasn’t used to how easily his voice could fill a room, firm, commanding, and unkind. Now it was just the two of us, me and Alaric, standing in the palace kitchen that looked more like something out of a royal cookbook. Polished marble counters, tall windows spilling golden light, and shelves lined with jars I didn’t even recognize. I decided to make something simple. Pancakes. Something I knew. Something normal.

My gaze wandered over the spines, and my heart skipped a beat as I spotted a familiar title nestled between two larger books - my own book, its silver spine glinting in the soft light of the room. As Roxy disappeared into her room, I took the opportunity to explore the rest of the apartment. I wandered into the kitchen area, and my eyes widened in surprise. The kitchen was a culinary paradise, fully stocked with an impressive array of cookware, utensils, and gadgets. Every available surface was adorned with jars of spices, baskets of fresh ingredients, and cookbooks that seemed to span every cuisine imaginable. It was clear that Roxy had a passion for cooking, and that this kitchen was her h

Nora had one around her and one on her head as she collected the crackers from Dominco and sat on a stool in the kitchen. The decor of the kitchen was very nice and modern,there were three chairs around the kitchen table and a little burner in the middle,a large cupboard was by the side of the wall where there was a huge window,then a fridge was next to it,Nora couldn't help but stare at the fridge and table beside it, "I'm guessing I fucked you against the fridge didn't I?" Dominco asked after catching the way her eyes hooded from staring at the fridge, blushing Nora nodded,

Clarissa stood in her spacious, luxurious kitchen, adorned with high-end appliances and polished marble countertops. Dressed in a designer apron, she expertly cracked the eggs for her gourmet omelet, adding a sprinkle of fresh herbs from the herb garden outside her window. The fragrant aroma of the dish wafted through the pristine room, filling it with a delectable scent. Just as she was about to add the cooked asparagus and fried bacon mixed with some gruyere cheese over half of the omelet, a groan from behind her interrupted her culinary indulgence.

Anna just sighed and went into the kitchen. The first thing Anna noticed when entering the kitchen was the open cookbook on top of the brown monochromatic and Granite Island. When she approached, she saw the cookbook was open to a roasted chicken receipt. Anna closed the cookbook and placed it in the middle cream-colored cabinet, above the stainless-steel stove and oven. In the corner, besides the spices, was the stainless-steel microwave. Anna opened it, revealing a lovely home cooked meal. Roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans and corn. Anna closed the microwave door and pressed the buttons to heat up her food. As she waited, she looked out the window to the right, he brown eyes sc

Evelyn POV Damian’s world is nothing like mine. I realize this the first moment I step into the kitchen—our kitchen, technically, since I live here now. A penthouse too grand, too extravagant for someone like me. Stainless steel appliances gleam under warm, recessed lighting. A marble island stretches across the center, as if it were made for casual morning coffee and whispered confessions. Every tool, every spice jar, every delicate crystal glass has a place. Everything is intentional. Thoughtful. Perfect.

The sun was barely up when Evelyn stepped into the kitchen. The marble floors felt like ice beneath her bare feet, but she didn’t mind the cold. It made her feel grounded, a stark contrast to the lightheadedness that had started to haunt her. She began to cook. The kitchen was usually the domain of their housekeeper, but today, Evelyn wanted it to be hers. She prepared classic eggs Benedict, smoked salmon, and fresh coffee—Arthur’s favorites. It was a domestic routine they hadn’t shared in years. Most mornings, Arthur was gone before she even woke up, leaving nothing behind but a lingering scent of cedarwood and a cold bed.

She did that each time she was nervous or tense and needed to calm down. She took a look around the kitchen and for the first time since she's entered here, she noticed that this was no ordinary kitchen. It was filled with every cooking gadget there would ever be. What even surprised Anna the most was the knives that hung against a wall rack. Every type and size was there and Anna frowned. What were they for? There was a large window at the west end of the kitchen and the fading rays of the sun filtered in through the pale yellow blinds covering the window. It cast beautiful vertical rays against the sill, the long wide island and the tiles floor of the kitchen and Anna got lost.