Divas Can Cook Book Novels & Stories

When I arrived, I realized every woman in this family was drop-dead gorgeous. Chloe's mother's name was Susan Williams. She looked to be in her forties, but she'd kept herself in incredible shape—curves in all the right places. Her breasts were even bigger than Chloe's. The high-slit dress she wore today gave her an air of refined elegance. Then there was Chloe's older sister, Ariana Cyrus. White blouse up top, pencil skirt below, glasses on her face. The kind of woman who looks prim and proper on the surface but screams "wild in the sheets" underneath.

Chris It took so much time for me to be able to convince Ava to get Rihanna to come here, I spent the whole of yesterday night learning to cook her favorite meal which Ava told me about, I don't know what's happening to me but since we came back from that trip I've not been able to Rihanna out of my mind

] Witnessing the scene, Danika quickly stepped forward and sweetly said, "Please don't be upset, Mrs. Garrison. Why don't I handle dinner instead? "I just learned a wonderful new recipe for honey rosemary roasted chicken, and I've been wanting someone to try it." She walked straight into the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves, and picked up cookware like she owned the place. Genevieve's foul mood instantly improved. [Danika is so sweet and delightful. Just look at her, then look at Maeve. There's no comparing the two.] Sitting on the couch, I quietly watched as Danika bustled through my kitchen. I didn't feel jealous or the urge to intervene because I could clearly hear her thoughts in my mind.

Renee did her best to fight it, but her memories swelled in her mind's eye anyway. After her parents divorced, her mother had gone missing for the longest time. And during that time, Renee lived with her father and Yvie. Naturally, Yvie had looked after her most of the time, sending her to school and picking her up since her father was very busy. And then there was Yvie's cooking that would give even national chefs a run for their money. Even Renee had to admit she liked Yvie's cooking despite not liking her company. Still, she would quietly watch Yvie cook, to learn it so that she could cook it for herself in the future.

“And I’ve got a chicken in the oven, and rice cooking as well.” “That’s… amazing, Nathan,” I said, walking over and peering into the oven to see a glistening chicken sitting on the rack, surrounded by vegetables. I furrowed my brow and looked up at Nathan with surprise on my face. “But why do all of this? You don’t have to go all out like that.” “I know, I know,” Nathan replied, wiping his hands on his apron. “But, check this out.” He paused, pulling out a cookbook from the drawer. It was titled ‘100 Recipes for Expecting Mothers’ and had an illustration of a pregnant woman on the front.

“And then my security team is going to dump you on the sidewalk with Marcus.” Vivian let out a sharp, bitter laugh, The pure malice in her eyes was too strong. She reached into her expensive trench coat and pulled out a thick manila envelope, slamming it hard against my chest. “It’s not a lie, Darien,” she hissed, her red lips curling into a vicious smile. “Open it. See what your precious, innocent little bookstore clerk is hiding while you’re out here playing her knight in shining armor.” I caught the envelope, ripping the metal clasp open with my thumb. I pulled out a stack of papers and glossy photographs.

They still needed to lay low for a while and there was nowhere as discreet as Faye’s house. “We might not be back tonight or we might be back with an extra mouth. Either ways, I’ll make sure Faye returns,” I assured Davina who met me at the door. “That’s very good because I do not enjoy cooking in that woman’s kitchen.” It was not that Davina did not understand a smart kitchen as Faye’s was designed to be. It was Faye had programmed everything a certain way and it was taking some getting used to. “This is why you all need a lesson on computers,” she had told us the day Davina accidentally burned our food when she turned on the heat too high thinking she’d turned it off.

"I used a chocolate wine to sauté the chicken. "Interesting. I love what it does to the taste." Dad winked at Brynne. "So you're a gourmet?" "Thank you, but not really a gourmet. I enjoy it and learned to cook for my dad when my parents split. I have these marvelous cookbooks by Rhonda Plumhoff on my e-reader. She links her recipes to popular books. She's famous from where I'm from. I just adore her recipes." He tilted his head at me. "Smart son I raised."

“Livia, you can cook? That’s news to me!” Suppressing a chuckle, Alia knew Elise’s perception of her as a pampered noble was deeply ingrained. Feigning nonchalance, she replied, “I’ve been reading cookbooks and practicing recently and decided to try my hand at it. Turns out I’ve got some talent.” Though skeptical, Elise nodded. “Alright, then. I’ll help with the prep.”

Vanya POv I watched my husband kiss another woman while I lay dying in a hospital bed. But let me go back to how I got here, because this story starts with me being the perfect housewife who thought love meant sacrificing everything for people who never loved me back. "Bernard, honey, could you please help me carry these dishes to the dining room?" I called out sweetly from the kitchen, balancing three heavy plates in my arms while steam rose from the freshly cooked meal I'd spent two hours preparing.