Divas Can Cook Book Novels & Stories

He eyed her. "I did," Vee giggled. "Never knew you were this good of a cook. This is wonderful!" "Both my daughters are great cooks, I made sure they learned how to cook from an early age!" Dionne noted proudly. If she didn't know otherwise, she would think she was trying to make Riri look impressive before his eyes. "That's wonderful! So that means you will be able to cook for me when we get married!" He let the beans spill before he could help it.

CLAIRE I did go home. But not that day. I went home the next day on my way to work. The lights in the house were still off. I purposely came home early, before Charles usually wakes up, so I wouldn’t run into him and could go to work in peace. However, it turned out I was wrong. When I opened the door, I could instantly hear Charles and Eva laughing from the kitchen. There, with his back to where I was standing, Charles was hugging Eva’s waist from behind while sniffing her neck. Meanwhile, Eva was busy spreading jam on a slice of bread.

It wasn't even fully cooked. Nimbly, Divina began moving around the ruined kitchen with an easy, practiced grace. She reached into the spice cabinet, pulling out small glass jars of garlic powder, salt, and dried herbs. She dumped a generous splash of extra tomato sauce into the pot, stirred the mixture together with a wooden spoon, and placed the heavy metal lid back over the top, letting it simmer over a low, controlled flame. While the pot began to steam gently, she folded her arms over her chest and turned her head to scan the unrecognizable disaster area that used to be Alicia's pristine sanctuary.

"You brought this upon yourself! How can you call yourself a wife if you can't even fry a simple fish?" Stefani couldn't focus on her mother's scolding as she was more concerned about how to turn off the stove without getting any closer to the dangerous pan. "Miss Stefani, please step aside," Jane, the elderly helper, said calmly as she adjusted the stove to a lower heat. "Next time, remember to keep the flame low so the food doesn't burn and the oil doesn't splash everywhere." "I-I'll remember that. Thank you..." Stefani felt embarrassed. She had insisted on cooking, but she had no idea it would be so challenging.

she instructed. Izzy was amazing, teaching me so much as we spared for a few hours. We were both exhausted beyond reason by the time we stopped. We dragged our feet up the stairs, greeted by Davis who had apparently cooked us dinner as we were sparring. He had made homemade cabbage rolls. They were so delicious, I couldn't believe I had never had any before. Davis was a good cook, too. Is there anything he's not good at? xX Make sure to follow my i n s t a @rae.knight.author to see Izzy and Chris's younger brothers character depictions. I think they came out great! Xx

“What is so surprising? Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about book spirits !” The Diva said maintaining that always plastered smile over her thin lips. She was a divine figure. Press knew that it was no use of pissing her over or arguing with her. She had never heard about that books also possessed the spirits. It was a new thing. “Why all out of sudden today?” Empress asked her a half-question, but the Diva seemed to understand it fully. She shook her head here and there as if trying to express her getting bored replying back,

He looked around his expansive kitchen, “and I love to cook and bake. I often bring mama over and we spend the entire day going through her old favorite cookbooks and bake. Last week, when I had pissed you off, I went to her house and we made banana cream pies.” “You can cook?” “Yes. I don’t have a chef or anything here. I do it myself. Can you cook?” “I can.” She grinned, “the girls appointed me group chef when we were first living together. Dimi gets in the kitchen and suddenly every dish is dirty, the counters are filthy and the cupboard doors need to be wiped down. Darya is too impatient so she burns everything. Sienna is a daydreamer and so she forgets what she’s doing. It left me to fi

Carlton keeps winking at dahlia obviously not concerned with public getting ideas… This is all dahlia’s fault! As she’s speaking into that microphone right now, I so want to rip it off and wipe the smile off her face. "I'm completely overwhelmed with excitement and gratitude today! This cookbook…” she swerve up a cookbook to the view of the screen. “…is a true labor of love. and it wouldn't have been possible without the inspiration and creativity of my amazing student chefs. They've pushed me to think outside the box, to experiment with new flavors, and to innovate traditional recipes.

I can’t say no to free food, so I sighed and took a seat. She spread jam all over her bread and mashed it together. “It’s just us girls present, so. Let’s make it loud.” She says, and Diva makes a whooping sound. I smile, taking a taste out of the soup, exactly what I needed, the taste burns through me, afterwards, making me relax. I shove another spoon into my mouth. Madam Yv’s cooking is worth an eternity. I could literally eat this all day long.

And she doesn't have to know especially that they've been together and they even had sex. "Have you eaten?" Divine continued. "Not yet," Jacob answered immediately. "That's perfect. Because I prepared something for our dinner," Divine said while smiling. Then, she pulled her mate towards the dining table. "I cooked all of that," she said as she removed one by one the covers from the dishes that were served on the table she cooked earlier. "Why did you cook so many dishes?" Jacob asked curiously. "I want to congratulate you because the project that dad gave you was successful," Divine answered with tenderness in her voice. "Come on, let's eat."