Cooking Gods Novels & Stories

he teases, earning a playful smack on his arm from me. “Fuck you!” I exclaimed, gripping the spatula tighter, ready to swat him some more. “I can cook just fine, besides you covered me in sweat!” he chuckles and gives me an apologetic bow as I roll my eyes. “I think you are forgetting the moon goddess celebration where you both burnt and under cooked the meat,” he smirks as he jabs me with his elbow as I frown, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ha ha, steak is supposed to be bloody in the middle,” he arched his brow skeptically. “But not frozen,” he reminds me as I shudder. I give him a pout as I look at all the groceries, still not sure what to make.

Chapter 57: King Kyro Ares I stepped out of the swirling nothingness of my portal into a forested area. The sound of my foot falls was squishy as I walked across the moss covered ground. It’s a reflection of the wet weather conditions here. There was a rainy mist in the air. Pairing that with the humidity it created a steamy, foggy environment. I have never been here before, but it wasn’t hard for me to locate. I am the God of war after all. This place is hidden from the naked eye. Not many supernatural’s can see what is really here, magic, and lots of it. I smile as paranormal beings flee, running to their homes where they feel safe. They are right to run. If I don’t get my way, I’ll burn t

Throughout our marriage, Cody had rarely cooked for me. He always said he was too busy with research and too exhausted to cook. It turned out it wasn't that he couldn't. He simply didn't want to cook for me. I tapped on the screen and liked the post. Less than two seconds later, Ophelia messaged me. [Naomi, this android's cooking is amazing! Bring Cody over and come eat with us!]

He turns to Goldie and asks, “Are you hungry?” Goldie nods eagerly at him. “Okay, then. Follow me.” The two of them end up in front of the mall’s grocery store, where a Shawarma stall stood. Darryl orders three rice bowls, one for him, and two for Goldie. The aroma of beef and onions being fried wafts through the air, pleasantly greeting Goldie’s nostrils. He takes a step closer to the stall to watch the worker assembling their meals. “Don’t get too close there, buddy,” Darryl warns lightly. Goldie looks back at him and takes a step backwards, still very interested in the food being made.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h