Cooking Companions Characters Novels & Stories

Ares laughed, “Mrs. Cora, this is my mate, Ari. Ari, this is…” “Oh. My. Goddess! I know exactly who this is! Mrs. Cora and Mr. Jasper from the wolf cooking channel on youtube! I’m a fan!” I shout and hug them both fangirling a bit. “You didn’t tell me your head chefs were Mrs. Cora and Mr. Jasper! What the heck Ares!” “I...I didn’t realize you were a fan...of food…” He mutters looking sheepish. “Uh...FAT KID THAT LOVES FOOD RIGHT HERE!” I shout!

“That’s Tarquin. If no one else makes a move to get dinner together, he’ll do it once he gets hungry, but he only ever makes stew.” So the males cook in this pack? None of the females are helping. As far as I can tell, they’re all still lounging under their canopy. “The male with the black and white ears is Pierce. The skinny one thieving meat is Colm.” I watch Colm, who is tall and lanky as a beanpole, carve a haunch into bite-size pieces, pausing every so often when no one’s watching to toss a hunk into the air, snap it up with his teeth, and scarf it down.

Oba has cooked enough food to feed a regiment. Goose. Glazed ham. Roasted potatoes in two distinct styles because the team has had a months-long disagreement about whether they should be crisp or fluffy and Oba has finally lost his patience and made both. Sprouts, which I disrespect on principle and eat anyway because Oba is watching. Max wears a paper crown the entire meal. Chana has put tinsel in her hair which freaks me out. Playful Chana is generally a very dangerous beast. Saint and Tariq are sitting next to each looking so in love it’s adorable.

Summer chased her out immediately; she quietened herself, and without any disturbance, she got to work quickly. A while later, the dining table was served with shrimps, baked beans, mashed potatoes, grilled fish fillets, and peppered chicken cutlets. Charlotte enjoyed the mashed potatoes the most and stuffed her mouth with them. “You’ll grow up into a potato if you keep eating them.” Grace teased her. “I won’t!” she snubbed, “I will become a beautiful lady, just like Snow White.” “I think you’ll be more like the seven dwarves instead.” “I hate you, Aunty Grace!”

She hadn’t expected Monkey’s sense of smell to be so sharp—he had actually found even more seasonings. That meant she could create even more delicious dishes. Her clear eyes instantly lit up with excitement. “Can you show me those ingredients you found?” Monkey’s gaze flickered away immediately. He hesitated, clearly reluctant. “There… isn’t much left.” Mabel’s expression darkened instantly, her tone rising. “Clar is my best friend! Without her, we wouldn’t even be eating stir-fried meat!” Seeing Monkey still hesitate, Mabel lost her patience. She kicked him sharply and snatched the hidden spices from his arms

Scarlett snapped. I clenched my jaw. The smell of burnt onions was fucking up my nose and this kitchen was too fucking tight for six fucking men. Yeah, this was Kiara’s idea, that I, Elijah, Marcel, Rafael, Liam and that Fucker Damon should have a fucking cooking competition. How the hell she got everyone to join in was fucking beyond me. To make shit worse, the most annoying fucking women were on the judging panel.

She felt cherished and supported, surrounded by the warmth of their love. Blushing, Sophia looked into their eyes, a shy smile gracing her lips. "Thank you both," she whispered. "Your compliments mean the world to me. I'm glad I can bring happiness through my cooking, but it's your love and support that inspire me to create something special." Xavier and Xiao exchanged a knowing glance, their love for Sophia evident in their eyes. With shared smiles and intertwined hands, they continued to enjoy the meal, relishing in the flavors and the joy of being together.

I had to prepare a little bit more so I could be able to serve at least five more people and neither of them took it upon themselves to assist, but stared at me like I was performing magic. In time, I was able to get each of their names and also picked up their scents. Asides Shirtless, Gray and Sonia, an older man and woman who I assumed were older mates came in. I heard them address each other as Lia and Jeffery. Then two children came, complimenting the aroma of food. Actually, one child made the compliments. Beam on the other hand gave a snort immediately when she figured I was the one cooking. The thought of not serving her crossed my mind but I knew they were going to favour her as alw

“I’m not a picky eater. How about you?” “Not a picky eater either,” she laughed after realizing that they really have more similarities than she thought. “About favorite drink? Still liking hot chocolate?” “No unfortunately, not my cup of tea anymore. Too sweet for an old man like me.” A maid accidentally almost enters the kitchen, but her companion pulled her back. As she was about to complain why, the other slapped her mouth shut and gestured with her finger to shut up. She furrowed her brows in confusion but when her companion looked at a certain direction, she understood why.

“Alright, Coach Seraphina, lead the way. Let’s see if you can turn me into a master chef.” Seraphina smiled warmly, linking her arm with his as they continued their walk. “Challenge accepted,” she said brightly. “Let’s make this fun. We’ll start with something simple and work our way up. By the end of it, you’ll be cooking three-course meals.” Kieran grinned, feeling a sense of camaraderie and excitement. “I’m looking forward to it,” he said sincerely. “And maybe, just maybe, I’ll surprise you with my culinary skills.”