Chaud Novels & Stories

Christine asked with furrowed eyebrows, trying to understand Kimberly’s sudden question. “Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that, it just came out.” She nervously tried to explain after realizing what she had asked. Christine gave her her warm signature smile before replying. “It’s okay to ask, Kim. What would you like to know about Roy?” “I don’t know, anything you tell me would be fine.” Kimberly timidly said, feeling quite embarrassed for sounding like someone who was obsessed with Christine’s husband’s nephew. “Roy is… how do I put it?... Roy is the ruler of our clan.” Christine began.

From steaks, chicken and pork to the mash potatoes, peas, veg or the onion rings and chips and many more things in between. I wasn't too hungry after hearing about the trial but I knew I needed to eat so I picked up some gammon and a bit of veg and poured heaps of gravy onto it. Dax looked at me. "What?" I asked ""You and your gammon and how can you taste any of your food with all that gravy on it?" He asked "Well with that crappy steak your eating you need to have loads of gravy on so you can't taste it." I chuckle back. I look up and see everyone looking at us and our exchange I was nearly embarrassed but then noticed they had smirks on their faces.

"How is Tiya?" "She’s doing better. All the birds are." "Great." Nadia looked concerned. "Are you sure you’re okay? We should get you to the Medical Bay." Callie tried to smile. "I’m perfectly fine." Aubrey came into the room with a tray. She placed the tray on the bed in front of Callie. There was a bowl of what looked like chicken noodle soup. It smelled amazing. "This is samgyetang, It has lots of garlic, ginger, and ginseng." She pointed to a glass mug with lemons. "That’s yoojacha. It’s lemon and honey."

“We’ll complete the rite. Together.” — The Temple of Cinders stood atop Mount Varn, a jagged black peak said to be the heart of a long-dead volcano. The ancient lava that once spilled from it had cooled into obsidian spires, and from its summit, the wind howled like forgotten spirits. Kael and Luna climbed in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, sending sparks of heat up their arms. Her touch calmed the fire in him, yet stirred another flame entirely—one of desire, deep and unrelenting.

“What?” “Take some butter from the cabinet behind me and melt it.” he grunts. “Okay. Yes.” I nod and rush to do as told. “What are you cooking?” I ask, mostly to distract myself from thinking of how god-damn sexy he is. “Canard à la moutarde,” he mutters. I blink. Say what now? I stretch my neck, my gaze fluttering. "Ca.. Ca.. Canard a what?" "Canard à la moutarde." He repeats it, still chopping. “Duck in mustard sauce. Butter, cream, white wine. A french dish.”

The air in the kitchen of L'Oro hung heavy with the scent of reduced veal stock and the sharp, metallic tang of searing scallops. Heat radiated from the ranges in shimmering waves, turning the atmosphere into a humid veil that clung to the skin. Chloe Dubois wiped a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist, her eyes locked on the timer. "Thirty seconds, Dubois."

I blurt out. Cortèz starts to stroke his cane over the sand making a capital L. “Let.” He says to us while he writes the capital letter U. “Us.” Then strokes his cane again making a capital A. “All.” Writes the letter H. “Heal.” Lastly he finished with the capital U. “Unexpectedly.” Harry finishes. Cortèz smiles. “The island of LUAHU is home for people who wishes to heal. May the both of you heal from your pains and be awakened soon.” He walks away until he magically disappears fading.

“And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.” “Hey, in my defense, they were at least three weeks late and giving excuses upon excuses.” We both chuckle and fist bump. “Next we have the biggest player in the school—-“ She gets cut off by a very hot black-haired guy. “Rhea, I can introduce myself. I’m Caleb White. 22. Grade A.” Damn, his voice is deep. Wait, Grade A… “So you’ve committed murder yeah?” I ask. “Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?”

Infact it was where I was headed before I caught Alexa snooping around. “Champagne or Martini?” I joked as I twirled the teaspoon in the depth of the coffee cup. “Coffee please” She chuckled as I placed the cup in front of her. I watched her further twirl the teaspoon round and about. I watched her closely, to such an extent that I noticed the rogue strand of hair that had found a way to escape the bun. I was just about tucking the strand behind her hair when my phone rang on the counter. It was Bruno Bianchi calling.