Best Of Robin Cook Novels & Stories

“Give me one.” She glanced up innocently. “Nah. Gotta save it for the live show.” I groaned. “You are no help.” “I’m amazing help. I just help with flair.” I shook my head, trying not to smile. “What did I do in a past life to deserve this level of chaos?” Robin shrugged, sipping from her water. “Something heroic. Or really stupid. Could go either way.” We were quiet for a second, then she said, “Hey... worst case, they don’t get along. So what? We still have each other. And tequila. And maybe a YouTube video if someone records the showdown.”

enjoy'. He walked away and Kathleen watched as her boss displayed nothing short of etiquette eating his lobster ravioli, she wasn't a novice when it came to these kind of things but seeing the disconnect made her feel some type of way, ‘So.....do you make him announce every dish he makes every night?'. ‘No', Grayson responded, ‘Roberto is a man who dignifies himself in the food he makes...it's a chef's pride actually'. ’So he cooks for you every night?'

Schmidt’s diet. Because the Mr. Schmidt wasn’t in good health, he instructed the kitchen to carefully disinfect all the utensils and had Robin supervise it. The Mr. Schmidt was happily eating a steamed lobster, grinning from ear to ear. "Delicious!" His little face was so adorable, his big eyes squinting in pleasure, looking soft and sweet. Benjamin wanted to kiss his little face but was afraid the other three little ones would feel left out. Ted said, "Mr. Schmidt, I still think your braised pork ribs are the best."

Then they indulged in conversation while I just stood there like a statue doing nothing like the other maidservants. My ears perked up when they mentioned the future Alpha, Robin. So I listen carefully. "I heard Young Master Robin received an award this year!" "Yes! He is a genius!" "Our future Alpha is great!" "Of course, he is our pack's treasure!" Hearing their praises aloud, I couldn't help but wonder if what they said was true. For some reason, I am looking forward to meeting the great future Alpha. The pack members continued talking about Robin and Rowan while also comparing the two.

Rose was curious. Roman used him hands to show his lips were sealed. "A chef never reveals his secret ingredient. It defeats it being your special recipe. Do you see SpongeBob going around telling everyone the Krabby patty secret formula?" "I'm not Plankton so you can tell me." Rose snorted after taking a sip from her orange juice. It was freshly made by Roman. His cooking skills were top notch and she was very impressed "Hmm." He hummed stroking his jaw like he was deep in thoughts. "I will have that at the back of my mind."

We must look sickly lovey-dovey. I clear my throat and return to my plate. "So, this steak is delicious. Who made it?" Anna beams at me and taps her husband's shoulder. "In this house, Robin is the BBQ and meat master." "Oh, I see!" I try to keep the smile on my face, but damn it—if Robin makes food like this, I must take cooking classes. I can't serve Lynn crap food when she is used to such delicious treats. "It's perfectly made!" Robin grins. "Thank you—I serve only the best for my family!"

While Robin was having a heated debate with Antonio, Poppy had just finished cooking something in the kitchen. Donna, eager to show everyone that her mistress was becoming closer to Robin Luciano, had suggested that Poppy cook a snack for her husband. “Are you certain he'll enjoy these sweets?” Poppy didn't want to question Donna, but Robin's tastes didn't fit his chilly demeanor. “Yes, I am 100% sure. I've witnessed the head chef secretly give nighttime munchies to Mr. Robin.” Donna said quietly, scared someone was listening.

I patted my full belly and let out a satisfied burp. I praised the air. “Not bad. Keep it up tomorrow.” Then, I left for work. When I returned home in the evening, the aroma of a home-cooked meal washed over me the moment I pushed the door open. Another home-cooked dinner was waiting on the table. It was a spread of pot roast with gravy, garlic-sauteed spinach, macaroni and cheese, and a hearty vegetable soup. Once again, with zero self-restraint, I polished off every last bite.

Roseline's POV… The list of the top chefs who would be participating in the cookathon was finally out. The big white paper hung on the wall of the kitchen, chefs gathered round checking to see the chosen ones who would be lucky enough to participate in this year's cookathon. I stared at my name, printed in black ink on the board, I was number two on the list. The top person was Fernando Rease. He won chef of the year at face of the kitchen last year, he is also one of the best chefs I know.

he replied simply before striding out of the room. I pouted again, watching his retreating back. “That’s it? Just leave like that? Such a killjoy.” Cooker stepped closer, her eyes wide with amazement. “Girlie, we had no idea your cooking could be this good.” I blinked at her, caught off guard. “How did you make that omelet taste like that? It wasn’t ordinary. It was something else.” “Eh? It was just a normal omelet. I only called it special to make it sound fancy.”