Chef Novels & Stories

Lisa stood in the kitchen, staring down at the plate of food in front of her. The savory aroma of Ace’s favorite dish—pan-seared steak with roasted vegetables—filled the air, but instead of bringing comfort, it only deepened the ache in her chest. She had spent hours in the kitchen, meticulously preparing every detail, hoping that maybe—just maybe—this time he would acknowledge her efforts.

I found myself asking because everyone deserved a chance at redemption, "Why not be someone they would be proud of?" "I do what makes me happy and sometimes sacrifices have to be made. It's not like they're alive to tell me how much they fucking hate me," he shrugged, playing it off as if this didn't bother him but I could tell by his ticking jaw that it did. I didn't push the topic, though. We followed Quinn into the Kitchen where the elder Astor brother stood in his usual suit, only, he had an apron around his waist and oven mittens on while holding a casserole in his hands. He set the casserole down onto the marble counter and removed his oven mittens before pulling Quinn into his arms.

Aisha let out a breath. " I'm not even needed at work at all... It's fine" She hit a palm on the dinning table. Dami flinched at Aisha's sudden violence. Tiana sure is a beauty,tall,light skinned,curvy and her British accent was like an icing to her beauty.Nonetheless ,Dami's love for her could have conquered all these. Maybe there is more to this than just an affair. what If??-she thought.

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

I explain and he continues putting the snacks into the kitchen cupboard. With no words, I go back upstairs and continue reading. After 30 minutes I finish some chapters and put my book back to my bag. In some way, I couldn't focus on my book. I thought of finishing a chapter and then go help Hudson a little out making dinner. As I walk down he's still in the kitchen cooking. "What are you cooking?" I finally ask. "Spaghetti Carbonara." He says proudly. "Oh, I've eaten that a lot in the daycare. I love it." I say wondering if I ever mentioned that I was a daycare worker. Probably I did because I know about his profession so he may know about mine too.

Adara smiled as she looked at her friend. “Well, Kiran is their boss,” she said to Caitlyn and she looked confused for a moment. “Yeah, obviously, he works here too, right,” Caitlyn said and James started laughing. “No, I just work here. Kiran owns the hotel,” he said and she looked at me again smiling. I started feeling uncomfortable as she kept staring at me and James and I could see that Adara was having a hard time composing herself. She wasn’t jealous, I realized, she was enjoying my discomfort. It certainly made me think twice about keeping my shirt on around the house for the next week.

Leah was tall for a woman at 5'11", but she could tell she would probably only come up to the man's broad chest. He had to be well over 6 ½’, maybe closer to 7’. She knew right away by his scent that he wasn’t a dragon. Dragons had a distinct scent, like firewood mixed with something that uniquely identifies each individual. This man did not have the scent of firewood at all. He smelled like apple pie with an underlying scent that Leah recognized as wolf. She returned the man's smile, a slight blush darkening her cheeks. "Sorry. They're just really good." The man chuckled. "Is that seat taken?" he asked, pointing to the chair next to the one Leah was occupying. Leah shook her head. "Not at

The eldest brother Iric walked into the kitchen, sat on the bed, holded the waving bamboo fan, asked Daisy: “What are you cooking?” "Fried fish with tomato sauce.” In fact, it is the molded tofu as big as the hand, using a knife to create a checkered shape on both its sides, pretending to be a fish." Daisy pulled firewood to reduce the fire. Make sure that during the time when she goes to turn on an electric fan for her eldest brother, the slice of tofu is still as beautiful as when she is there. Daisy goes out the hallway, carries the old electric fan into the kitchen, turns it on the lowest number, and points to where Iric is sitting. Daisy asks: “Are you cool?”

My mama wept as she stepped next to my pater . I inwardly moaned and watched as she threw her arms around Leon. I watched him warily to see how he'd reply. He did n’t vacillate or look uncomfortable. He encircled his arms around her and hugged her back. My heart fluttered, and I scowled at them. “ You must come and have regale with us, ” mama claimed as she beamed up at him. There was a mischievous glint in her eye as her eyes danced between us both. I chortled to myself. Oh, I ca n’t stay to tell her. “ Thank you. I would love to. ” He smiled at her. “ Perfect, ” she beamed at Leon, “ Joe, take me to the store. I ’m going to make my notorious spaghetti, ” she chir