Cooking Gods Novels & Stories

The kitchen was a cathedral of copper and marble. I sat at a long wooden table that could have seated twenty people. A plate of food appeared in front of me without anyone visibly putting it there. Eggs. Toast. Sliced fruit arranged like a fan. I stared at it like it might bite me. "It's not poisoned." Kael sat across from me, holding a cup of black coffee. He didn't drink it. He just held it. Maybe he liked the warmth. Maybe he liked pretending to be human.

“I made this particularly for you, and your ‘mission’.” The way he said the last word made it feel like there was a strong quotation mark on it. I nodded, still. “Finishing touch; titrate the gordonite and chrysandroside with that quantum mechanic over there, now!” ordered Nelson. The robots in the room, as if expecting the order, positioned themselves, algorithmically. They began to work over at the table with lots of chemical organisms and formulas on it. Anderson shook his head in awe. It was such a sight he'd never seen before, like something drawn out of science fiction. Everything went smoothly, and the robots carried Professor Nelson's orders to the very letter.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

She cooked my favorite foods and I couldn't help but admire its mouth watering aroma. "Wow! I really can't believe that the Goddess of Love is also a good cook!" Lyndon complemented after having a bite of mom's chicken caldereta. We all laughed at him which he answered with a 'what is your problem' look. "Sometimes Gods have to live along with humans for some reasons. That's why we need to learn how to cook and act like them," my mom stated. "Aphrodite's right, one of our duties is to see to it that the mortals are not overusing their rights and capabilities to disrespect nature and some animals," grandma Demeter added. I did not notice that she's standing behind my mom.

It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. The old gods people remembered from kitchens, thresholds, wells, bedsides, crossroads, and shop counters had survived by becoming habits. Not legends. Not statues. Habits. Incense in a chipped bowl. A whispered thank-you before opening the door. The first ladle of soup poured back into the pot. Small worship. Stubborn worship. Below-Prayer could eat divine names, but it struggled with gods who had almost no names left. "We were beneath notice," the Stove God said proudly.

She slurped and finished it cleanly. One bowl was not enough, so she drank three bowls in a row. After she finished it, her face was glowing, and she was extremely energetic. It seemed that she had regained some of her senses. Everyone present was amazed after they saw it. They felt that Griffin’s skills were extraordinary. He was the reincarnation of the God of Cooking. Thomas smiled and took the lead in applauding him. Other people also applauded the one-armed chef from their hearts. They gave him the most sincere applause.

"After all that, I'm the one getting exploited!" Alda giggled but said nothing. - Early next morning, Frank woke up to an appetizing scent, and he stepped out to see that Sadie's younger brother, Rain Godot, was cooking in the kitchen! "You can cook?" He asked. Rain chuckled. "I may look young, but I have a Grade 2 chef cert!" "Not bad!" Frank nodded and sat down at the dining table. It was several simple homemade dishes, and Frank was surprised by the culinary skill despite having eaten tons of gourmet food. The taste was truly savory, and not even the average person could hope to match it!

😉😮 BRIDE OF THE SEVEN gods 😮😉 Written by TOM 👰 She's the legendary master wife 👰 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴 🤴 CHAPTER ELEVEN I watched as Janice cried out. Why should the next competition be cooking. “I'm really going to loose”. She cried. “It's just cooking. There's nothing hard in it”. “You can never understand. I've never cooked my entire life. The day I tried to prepare some noodles, I nearly burned down the whole house”.

Frankie and Dahlia, however, were filled with joy when they saw the monk. It was as if the monk could solve all of their troubles. The monk was one of the self-proclaimed Three Great Monks of India—an expert from the Celestial Temple and also a servant for the Golden Palace—Cody Garcia! It’s said he was already in the early stages of being a God of War. His power was simply extraordinary. Dahlia hoped he could take out Harvey with a single slap. It would be perfect if that was the case. Cody ignored everyone completely and played with the beads in his hand. He looked at Harvey with an odd gaze.