Food My Muse Novels & Stories

A flowing red dress framed my figure, and every careful stroke showed the artist's affection toward me. The artist was Anthony, and the title read, "My Only Muse". A hand-painted portrait carried a weight and romance that no confession could match. The entire social circle was in an uproar, shocked that Anthony, who had always been notoriously wild and arrogant, could fall so deeply for a woman. No one expected that after three years of living in the shadows, I would return, looking vibrant and more breathtaking than ever. Comment after comment calling us a perfect match flooded in, each one landing like a blow, leaving Caleb unable to stay composed.

Grace and Chloe giggled, I smiled, and Ella looked like she was smelling something that had been in the fridge for too long. “I remember the first time Mommy let me pick a restaurant,” Chloe said with a smile. “McDonald’s?” Ella asked. Chloe frowned and turned away from her to tell Mr. Cavendish, “It was the Moon Hunt Café. Have you been there?” “I have not,” he said. “You’ve missed out. They have over twenty varieties of mushrooms and all sorts of biolum, um.” She looked at me. “Bioluminescent,” I supplied. “Yeah, so the food glows. It’s really cool.”

"What else is missing? Damn. Lush Miguel seems as if he needs to pee while staring at the small table. Even Muse looks confused, gazing at him without taking its eyes off of him. Why is it so damn hard to prepare the table and his dish? He only cooked sweet and sour meatballs, homemade ones. It's his specialty from Oas, learned in hismother’s metown. His Owa and Owo who managed the eatery became successful when they started selling it at the eatery. “What do you think, Muse? Can I be a boyfriend now?” He asked the cat, receiving a disapproving look. He doesn't know why he's doing all this for Ruth. What's so special about her? Nothing really. Nothing, but there's something different about Ru

I’ll pick him up after school. Since I have extra time in the mornings, I get to make breakfast for my pups and Musu. She says my revoltillo is the best she’s ever had. The kids love it too. Kas taught me how to cook a few years ago. I always wanted to learn and when I told her, she actually made an entire program to teach the warriors and guards how to cook and bake. It was a good thing, cause for as much as I love Musu, she can’t cook for shit. She’s a great dancer, though. ***

she muses, “I love watching you cook. It’s like you’re orchestrating a delicious symphony.” Her words make me smile—a quiet moment of pure, unadulterated happiness hanging in the air. “Well, every symphony needs its muse,” I reply, flipping the bacon sizzling in the pan. Her blush deepens, and the look she gives me is one of affection and trust, the kind that reassures me of everything we share. As I continue preparing breakfast, the kitchen becomes a lively space filled with sizzling sounds, laughter, and shared conversation. The usual boundaries of time and responsibility feel irrelevant here. It’s just us a world of our own making.

She dressed up and went out immediately. "If you can give me time, Ally, I don't know, but I can't. I need you," I said postscript. "Please don't make me wait too long, Hannah. Everything has an end. Bear it in your mind." Lastly, she went out. ~~~ It was like an adventure that made me worn out and starved. Perhaps I need to unwind, pull myself back, then go on again. I cooked pasta with white creamy milky sauce, fresh mushrooms, and chicken mince. I even ordered pizza and lasagna to make it the perfect combination. I opened my Muscat wine with 15% alcohol content.

I wasn't surprised, but it still made my stomach twist slightly. I nodded silently in response and sat down, unboxing the pastries without saying a word. The kitchen smelled like coffee and slightly overcooked eggs. I noticed their attempt at breakfast .... ham, waffles, and eggs...all the things I happened to have in the fridge. Which, admittedly, wasn't much. I hadn't gone grocery shopping in days. "Miss Musk, do you drink coffee?" Brooks asked, holding up a steaming mug. "Nope." I moved toward the cupboard and grabbed my favorite mug, then went to the fridge. I sliced a lemon, added a spoonful of honey, poured hot water, and gave it a gentle stir. The scent filled the room.... Citrusy, fr

I entered my room and closed it. Then I went to take a bath, then I dressed up and laid flat on my bed. When Melissa came back, she was holding a tray of steak and beef, then chicken and sauce. “Why all meat?” I asked her as she placed the tray of food down on the spot next to me on the bed. “Luna, I just think it's best for you. Proteins replenish energy and gives strength.” I sat up on the bed and started to eat the meat. It was delicious and the sauce made it exceedingly exceptional. In this whole palace, food was the only thing that was good.

she asked softly, playfully tugging at his waistband. Murray chuckled and tapped her nose gently. "No, I was waiting to have lunch with you." "I've already eaten," Emily admitted. Murray lifted her off the desk, his tone slightly teasing. "Genevieve's cooking has spoiled your taste, hasn't it? Can you even stomach the cafeteria food?" Indeed, Emily wasn't accustomed to the cafeteria food, but she was determined to adapt. "I'll get used to it," she insisted. However, Murray seemed unconvinced. He led her to the pantry, where a table was already set with an elaborate meal, complete with five dishes, soup, fruits, and dessert.

Even the scenic view of the city out the window couldn't compare to the sight of this guy. "Here you go, m'lady," he spoke as he placed down a tray of food in the middle of the bed. The array was literally something out of a magazine; bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, fruit, and some freshly squeezed orange juice that he'd sourced from a grocery store just down the street. It was all displayed so aesthetically that I simply had to take a photo for my Instagram. "This is incredible," I spoke as he took a seat beside me. "Thank you so much."