Book Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

I sobbed but snuggling impossibly closer to Danelle ,wanting to feel that warmth I felt when I was in her arms But only now, I couldn't feel any warmth..In fact now realizing it ,Danelle's body was was so cold ..And slightly pulling back to look at her ,she looked so pale and her lips were a faint blue..I was confused.. "You so cold and you look so pale ,are you sick?" I said worriedly placing the back of my hand on her forehead..She was ice cold "Oh lord, we should go home now so I that I can make you something warm"

Immediately, her head felt cold, as if it had been splashed with ice water. "I'm sorry, our customers were fine. No one has complained about Miss Sharlynn's service. Why are you making a scene in my cafe?" Melanie's sudden arrival took Sharlynn by surprise. The woman who owned the cafe was already standing next to Sharlynn with a bottle of mineral water in her right hand.

Behind her, the apartment glowed warm and gold, the smell of something cinnamon still hanging faintly in the air, and I found myself, not for the first time, cataloguing the small details of her life the way another man might catalogue threats, filing them away like something precious. "I know I do not have to." She wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself against the cold pouring in past me. "I want to. You are standing out here in the freezing cold because of us. The least I can do is make sure you are not doing it on an empty stomach." "I have survived worse than cold coffee deprivation." I joked "I am sure you have. Humor me anyway."

There seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two about the whole matter which need not be spoken aloud. Some things were better left unsaid anyway. “Lunch is ready!” Melissa said as she opened the door. “Come on!” Both Princess Katherine and Lord Benjamin followed Melissa to the kitchen, wondering what dishes had she cooked. What greeted them was an array of weird-looking dishes, which they had never seen before. “Melissa, what is this dish?” Princess Katherine asked. “This is called a hotpot. Well, technically, we lack of some things but I adjusted it using whatever we have. Please try it. This pot contains spicy stew and this is not spicy.”

Early next morning, Riley was already waiting for me downstairs. As soon as I got into the car, he pulled out a steaming bag of pastries and warm milk from under his coat. "I kept them in my coat to keep them warm so you can have a hot breakfast. Hurry and eat before it gets cold." I took the breakfast and held it in my hands. Riley drove, glancing at me from the corner of his eye every now and then. "Yesterday, the head of the Kentran Top-Secret Research Project contacted me. My name's on the list for this new project. Anna, I know it was you who recommended me." My hand trembled when I heard that.

I placed my book on the table. For starters, we had roasted vegetable soup, and for the main course, a braised lamb shank and salad. For desserts, we had thinly sliced apples layered on a crisp pastry base, dusted with cinnamon and powdered sugar. Each scoop was amazing. Done with our meal, the servants cleared the table. I yawned as I collected my book on the table. “You need to rest,” Calix suggested, his eyes gleaming with fervor as he stared at me. A part of me wanted to protest. I enjoyed his presence and the tour. But the large part of me which was exhausted nodded in agreement. “Yes,” I said.

“Not the predictable choice.” “You don’t like predictable,” I said. “You like to be surprised.” She sipped, tongue darting along the rim, then set the glass down. “You’re in a mood tonight, Lucas.” “Always, when I’m hungry.” The first course arrived: Siberian caviar piled on a cold silver dish, cradled in a nest of ice. No blinis, no bullshit—just the dark, glistening eggs, mother-of-pearl spoons, and a smattering of edible gold. Selina arched an eyebrow.

He had just finished his masterpiece and he brought it to his room upstairs inside the tray together with some cold beverages. He had chosen to cook red pasta as their lunch. It was the fastest and easiest food to make knowing that his lover was physically exhausted and possibly hungry. He had to hurry up before that man would wake up from too much hunger. “Mmm...” Arkael hummed sleepily. He hadn’t had opened his eyes yet. The room’s AC and the warm duvet which Zadkiel had tucked him in earlier made him feel cozy. “Love, you have to eat first and after that, I'm going to join you in bed...” Zadkiel began to coax his man. His voice laced with so much tenderness for him! His attitude was diffe

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

This is black coffee, not a dessert. Serve at exactly 135°F. Too hot, and he’ll burn his tongue. Too cold, and you might as well hand in your resignation. The handle must always be facing him. If he has to turn the cup, you have wasted his precious time. Do NOT stand there waiting for a reaction. If he drinks it without a word, you’ve succeeded. If he glances up at you… please kindly meet me at my office to hand in your resignation. Honestly, as I read through the book, I realized I probably wasn’t the first to be given this, and there had been many others before me. That only made me more nervous because it meant plenty of people had been fired despite having this goddamn book.