Cooking Up A Storm Book Novels & Stories

"You're my best son ever, my dear." He grumbled, "Mom, you're choking me." That's then I realized how tightly I'd clutched him. "Take it easy, mom. He's not the only one that can cook, ladies can do almost everything too,' Stormi added as she rolled her eyes at me and then, I noticed her eyes shoned red a bit, her scent was slightly leaking out of her and she didn't seem to notice either or rather didn't want to be bothered by it.

There was only one other person in the apartment. "Ares?" I called out, my voice tight. ... Ares While Kia was occupied in the bathroom, I had a clipboard in hand and a mission to complete. I had decided that failure in the kitchen was no longer an option. Just yesterday, I bought a cookbook with "Beginner Friendly" stamped across the cover in bright letters. "The CEO of Vueravista does not do average," I muttered, flipping past pictures of salads. "She is not going to find out I can't cook a proper meal. Master Chef Ares starts today."

I grabbed my makeup bag, applying a touch of foundation and blusher to make me look less lethargic. I managed to compose myself after the shock of overhearing Roman’s conversation with Santos. I decided to head back down to the kitchen, slowly and quietly walking down the stairway, my heart beating uncontrollably. The table was laid with fresh salmon and lobster, salad, potatoes, bread, cheese and a selection of fruit. It all looked so well presented, I was impressed with Carrie, she never did like to prepare food, or cook. In fact I can’t recall a time where I actually did see Carrie put so much effort into one meal.

MILA'S POV "Hmmm" Smith moaned. "This is good mom! How did you pull this off? Tastes familiar to me." He said amused. "Ohhh.... Thank you baby." Mrs Spencer showed her appreciation, and I have to say, I was very suprised to see the woman in such a jolly mood. It was the total opposite of the attitude she gave Carter and I, but I wasn't thinking so much of it. The woman was just displeased with the video she had seen, and also about the fact Carter had said nothing about me to the family. "I had decided to make the meal myself since we are going to celebrate your win. Saw this old cook book lying around the kitchen store room, and I decided to use a few tricks from it."

She didn’t want Calvin witnessing another chapter of her black history. Calvin smirked, but didn’t push. “No rush. Take your time.” He casually stepped across the spacious hall to the bookshelf that opened with a light touch, pulled out a hardcover English book, and flipped to the title page. His eyes skimmed the words, but his mind wasn’t on the text. Within earshot, the sounds of cooking reached him from the kitchen: the fire being lit, oil heating, and the batter hitting the pan with a loud sizzle.

"You call this cooking?!" I studied her disgusted expression and how humourous it was. I couldn't help but chortle. "The maids would clean up." Evangeline coughed again. "I expected nothing less." She looked around and grabbed the cookbook covered in flour on the table. "Were you trying to make this with a microwave?" She tapped the open part of the book and coughed again. In my defense, I'd heard from different people how a microwave could be used in place of an oven…so I decided to try it out. And practice reading in the process, hoping the words wouldn't fly out and float over my head this time. They, in fact, did.

Mom addresses her girlfriend sometime later after we are done eating food while talking about classes. “This meal was better than anything at a restaurant. I cannot fathom two handsome young men such as yourselves knowing how to cook so well. I’m lucky if I can get Storm to grill something on occasion.” Lidia hints at wanting Storm to cook for her more often. I snort. “Fine. Mom. I will grill more often,” Storm sighs with an eye-roll, that his mom didn't see. He is overwhelmed by my boys. Storm has hardly said anything. He is normally quiet though, preferring to listen to the stories of others. He doesn’t like to be the center of attention.

—Aiden got all pinkish at the top of his cheekbones—“helped me come up with something you would like.” “Maybe I should go out with him.” “I would strenuously object.” She unwrapped the book and burst out laughing. It was a folio society edition of Rebecca. The restaurant turned out to be a wood cabin built on a traffic island near London Bridge. Inside, it was clean and unfussy, all grown-up shades of brown, and books everywhere—there was even one on their table, a copy of Eros the Bittersweet. And it turned out the whole deal was about telling stories through food. Which she… yeah. Cheesy or not, she loved it.

I smiled but realised he was talking about Claire and Mia which made me jealous. I punched Zander making him yelp and run after me . That's how i forgot to turn the stove of and burned that night's dinner . We ended up ordering pizza . **I honestly don't know how to end this book . But it is officially complete. ** Thanks for reading and your votes .

Potatoes over-boiled and peeling apart like they’d given up on life. He blinked. “What happened here?” he asked, stunned. I stood there holding a wooden spoon like I had control over the situation. “I was… cooking.” He looked from me to the stove. “To eat?” he asked carefully. “Yes!” He stepped forward quickly and turned off the stove. “Why does it look like the kitchen lost a fight?” I pouted slightly. “It said fail-proof.” He noticed the cookbook on the counter. “You bought this?” “Yes,” I admitted. “I thought… I just wanted to make you something to eat when you got back from class.”