Cooking Companions Characters Novels & Stories

After chopping all the ingredients and Carmella finishing the butter, we started cooking again in the watchful eyes of Professor Xander and Healer Jan. They must have been really curious about this butter. By the second weekend since we started cooking meals for ourselves, we met Professor Xander's older brother, Vincent von Ceredig, in Professor Xander's training ground. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Garrick." He said after the introduction. "The pleasure is all mine. I'm glad you could make time for me." I replied. Professor Xander, Healer Jan, and Carmella are with me. Carmella is preparing our meals since this is the best way to showcase our product.

She said, standing right beside him this time. “Are you going to help me with the cooking?” He turned his gaze on her, shifting it back almost immediately, almost a glance. “I am committed.” She smiled. Damien smirked, looked towards her and they laughed. “Okay, Chef Stone.” He shrugged, giving a very small, elusive smile. They were like two experts in the restaurant's kitchen nearing its closing time; their silent dialogue was the quiet rhythm of their cooperation. Their hands met accidentally once or twice as both of them tried to grab the same thing.

The steaming hot tray of food was set on the table, and Zen instantly recognised it by its smell. “Is that shepherd’s pie?” he asked with drool almost trickling down the side of his mouth. The smell alone was already enough to convince Zen this was something created by another master chef. What was up with all the NPCs of this stage being great cooks? First, he met the three builder brothers and Porky, who made amazing potato soup. Now, it was Mary, the ditzy schoolteacher with temperamental lambs. What’s next?

Cayden looked at her and smiled, trying to ease the tension between them. “I am not a terrible cook," he commented. She looked up. “Excuse me?” “Try them,” he prompted her. She slurped up her noodles, chewing on the mouthful that she couldn’t deny was exquisite. So damn delicious. Her stomach chose that minute to rumble loudly. “They are very good," She mumbled. “Thanks.” he smiled brightly. “So tell me more about Max’s mate?” She asked, trying to dispel the tension. “Well, she is a human. Who was living with a few rogue wolves?”

“I didn’t want to tempt Fate.” I touched her arm, which was freckled in places. “Would you be truly disappointed if nothing happened?” She smiled, sadly. “Someone knows me too well.” I didn’t press the issue. Misha wasn’t the best at coaxing. Thinking about it, Lisa’s would be too volatile. That left my Omega friend turned cook, Chrissy. I made a mental note for down the line. We began to prepare a stew containing rabbit. The aroma was making me hungry rather than nauseous. Even so, I rubbed my belly, perhaps unconsciously.

Cook 1: (dishes out the food) The spaghetti and sauce are for King Roland, Queen Victoria, Princess Cecilia, Prince Paul, and Paris while the rice and turkey is for Prince Austin, you know that's what he likes Cook 2: Okay. Cook 1: I'm happy for the king, His family has returned to normal. Cook 2: Me too, I just wish he never married Queen Victoria, she's so w! cked and ill-mannered. Cook 1: Exactly, I wonder what King Roland saw in her that made him marry her. Cook 2: Maybe she wasn't always like this Cook 1: Either way she's still a b@d person Cook 2: I agree, Anyways I need to go get something from the storeroom

[--Esmarie Cruz--] Martha lingered in the kitchen with me, her hands moving with the easy grace of someone who had done this a thousand times, and yet there was something undeniably warm about her presence. She chopped, stirred, and mixed with calm precision, her eyes occasionally darting up to meet mine, offering a small, encouraging smile. The kitchen filled with the comforting aromas of spices, garlic, and simmering herbs, each scent like a balm, bringing a sense of grounding that I so desperately needed. I tried to focus on the task, on slicing vegetables and stirring the broth just right, letting the familiar rhythm of cooking distract me, if only for a moment.

“Coffee. I’ll come with.” We descended the stairs, his steps steady behind mine, and I froze at the bottom, my jaw dropping. Damien and Lucien stood in the kitchen, each clutching a mug, Nana hovering with a pot of coffee, her apron dusted with flour. Damien’s suit was crisp but creased, his hair falling into his eyes, while Lucien’s shirt hung open, his joggers rumpled. They turned, their gazes landing on me, and I blinked, caught off guard. These two—my mates—didn’t get along, hadn’t since the mate bonds snapped into place, and yet here they were, side by side, looking… cozy?

Expressing their gratitude for Nerissa and Madissa's tireless efforts, each member gathers around the forge, eagerly anticipating the nourishing meal that awaits them. With the final jar sealed and nestled among its companions, the sisters join the rest of the group by the forge. Marine, the skilled cook of the team, expertly prepares a steaming pot of gelled soup, utilizing the fresh ingredients that were set aside for immediate breakfast needs. The soup is a delightful medley of flavors, with an abundance of marine delicacies carefully incorporated.

She thought about him all the time and bugged me with words like… “mate this, mate that…” I pushed thoughts of Alpha Damon out of my mind and focused on what I was doing. Since he left, I began working in the kitchen and it was nothing but magnificent. I had a new friend, Amanda who was the mate of the beta and she was like my guardian angel, sent to guard and direct me all the time. She worked in the kitchen too and had been teaching me everything I needed to know about herbs, spices and how they should be used.