God Of Cooking Novels & Stories

Philips snorted. Caleb squinted his eyes at Hayden. “I think I wanted to tell Uncle Mike to bake the celebrant seven-layer cake, which consisted of different flavors… He shook his head pitifully. “Alas! It seems the celebrant is annoyed with me and won't take anything from me…” “Get the f*** going now before I kick you out,” Hayden said. __ “Chef Mike should be called the cooking god.” Philip continued. “Tell Father we need Chef Mike Honorable cooking in here,” Hayden said to Caleb satisfactorily.

I wrinkled my nose acting as there it was trash despite knowing that it wasn't I just wanted to bring down his ego but he wasn't letting me do that. "You can save those lies for people who actually believe them. I know that I am a god in the kitchen, I am just trying to be modest. You should pay me for my services and still give me my kiss right after. This is too much for just a homemade meal." He boasted.

Lazy confidence. He was stirring something in a pan, humming under his breath. As if it were normal for him to be half-naked, barefoot, sautéing vegetables in her kitchen like some domestic sex god. She blinked. Twice. He glanced over his shoulder. “You good?” he asked, completely unfazed. “...Are you cooking?” she asked dumbly. “No, I’m summoning spirits.” He flipped something in the pan with impressive skill. “Of course I’m cooking. Your fridge was a crime scene. I ran to the corner store and got real food. You’re welcome.”

Nneoma looked at him amazed. 'I didn't know you could cook so well.’ 'Don't commend me till you have tasted them!' She laughed softly, nodding. Then, she said a quiet prayer. 'O God Everlasting Father, thou who art enthroned above all the worlds, thou who art the father of all mankind, we thy children are before thee. Thank you, father, for today, for your love and for your kindness upon our souls. Thank you for the meal before us. Thank you for granting me and Richard this opportunity to be together. I pray in the name of Christ our Lord.’

He wondered out loud, “Old Zab, what do you mean by this? You must be more specific. Are you saying that GPE is involved in all of this?” “That’s right!” Jim nodded and replied, “GPE is the mastermind behind all of these chaotic events! They had been working toward creating a God all these years.” “Creating a God!” Tyr was flabbergasted as soon as these words were spoken. “GPE intend to create a God? Are they f*cking nuts?” “They haven’t gone crazy, but their plan is too absurd. Yet, they’re about to accomplish this unimaginable feat.”

He had a little gray in his hair and an ever-present smile on his face. Fire God, also the God of Craftsmen, Hephaestus. He was an easy-going person and the gentlest among the 12 gods. Moreover, he was a doctor by profession. He was always helping and saving others. The last screen displayed a woman with a rather sexy and hot body. She had big wavy brown hair, a high nose bridge, and delicate facial features. She was noble, mature, and elegant. At this moment, she was dressed in a pale golden dress.

Theo’s POV I hang back in the kitchen, waiting for everyone else to disperse before I corner Theseus. He's quite the family man; it seems his ability to cook, and clean isn't one I would associate with a god, but I've seen it with my own eyes, so it's undeniable. "Theseus?" I call from the table as he turns out the lights. His actions led me to believe he didn't realise I was still here, but surely a god would feel those around him.

"I don't have any wings so, no." "You don't need to have wings to fly. Can't you like float or something?" When he continues to pack the dishes, I decide to help him and we manage to gather them and take them to the kitchen. The leftovers stare at me, begging me to eat them but right now, I am begging for answers. "I am definitely not a superhero, Isabella." I can hear the smile in his voice as he moves to wash the dirty dishes and I smile too. "But you're a god. That's more than a superhero, you're unique."

It was as impressive as it was terrifying. My eyes continued to shamelessly scan him over. His head was almost shaven with only very short midnight black hair that gave him a tough exterior. There was an evident pleased smirk playing in the corner of his mouth and as I met the deep green-blue color of his eyes with my own I gasped. It was evident that this was the god Enosos, the god witch my mother had bargained with. The whole thing filled my with dread but also with curiosity. He beamed of passion and excitement as he his eyes only focused on me. He clearly had enjoyed my ogling.

Before I could decide, Caleb breezed in, laden with an array of vegetables, pork, fish, and shrimp. “Can you cook for 8 people?” His casual question startled me, and I gaped at the spread before me. He winked mischievously and left me standing there, bewildered yet strangely exhilarated by the challenge. Taking a deep breath, I plunged into action. With a newfound determination, I chopped vegetables with precision, seasoned meats with care, and orchestrated the chaotic symphony of cooking for a crowd. The kitchen became my sanctuary, a place where I could channel my doubts and fears into culinary alchemy.