God Of Cooking Novels & Stories

I put my head back and giggled. “What do you want to do now?” “I’m hungry,” he replied, getting out of the shower. I followed him and he handed me a towel. “What do you want?” “Let me cook something for you.” He walked out the bathroom. **** I sat at Dimitri’s table, I could see the kitchen and he had no shirt on. His back had muscles I didn’t even know existed, I noticed his large piece of art on his back and it was sexy as hell. Coming over to the table he put a plate down. I chuckled, looking up at him.

He even teased, "Alright, I'll be watching closely. I just hope it's better than the takeout." With a small smile, Dean entered the kitchen. He poured his heart and soul into each dish, using familiar ingredients and cooking techniques to craft a selection of classic home-cooked meals. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the irresistible aroma of his cooking, and even Chen couldn't resist sneaking a peek at the door. When the dishes were finally set on the table, Dean couldn't help but notice the blend of anticipation and skepticism on Chen's face. He silently vowed to change Chen’s perception of what truly good food should be.

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."

We stop at one particularly tall shelf in the left-end corner. “These books here are mine.” He pokes a finger at a title and draws it from the shelf. The cover is new and glossy, and the size of a magazine. “This is called Mastering the Art of Greek Cooking. I wrote this book under the pen name of Oliver Youngwood.” He gives me the book. “And you write cookbooks too! What a surprise.” I’m beginning to admire the man a lot. It’s true what they said about him on the internet then. He’s a man of many talents. “Just what else can you do aside from being a CEO and a chef?”

“The sprites.” “Then learn from them. Let them teach you. Use the utensils that are available to you. Don’t try to be a star chef your first time. Use measuring cups and spoons. That’s the key, sweetheart. Those sprites, and any of the other kitchen omegas, can look at an ingredient and know exactly how much to put in the recipe. I still don’t know how to do that. That’s not my skill. I’m a fighter, a protector, a comforter. And that’s what you are too, Malin. You and I, we weren’t meant to be cooks, thank goodness. How many times have you heard me say that the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes? If she did, we’d be cooks, and our packs would most likely be dead from food poisoning.” I laugh

Jesus, it was making me catch my breath again. It felt good that someone like Xandry helped me making breakfast. I wondered if he used to do this with women he had sex with. He placed the melted butter on the counter and started whisking the eggs like a celebrity chef. I suddenly remembered Jamie Oliver who I used to watch on his YouTube channel. I didn’t pay much attention to his cooking but mostly on how hot he was. “Do you have cheese, bell pepper, tomatoes, ham, spring onion, and cilantro?”

In the end, I had to prepare the garlic, onions, potatoes, et cetera while Blaze prepared the meats and marinating. Although Blaze isn't a human, but there's no doubt that he's skilled— no, he's an expert at cooking. He specializes in telling the dish's taste with his excellent nose and precise heat control of his 'Fire' element when cooking. If the first fifteen minutes is just to get the ingredients ready, then the remaining forty-five minutes is to get all eight different dishes prepared and plated. The others patiently waited for Blaze and me to finish the dishes on the sofa. "Hey guys! It's almost ready!" I yelled. "Please be seated!"

He smirked as he licked his lips and looked down at my lips. "Can we eat without you guys looking at each other like that?" Someone asked with a groan as I blinked at Alexander's lusty eyes. I looked over and looked at all the Gods at the table. I didn't know who said something, all I knew was that it was a God. "Why can't we eat alone?" I asked slowly. I didn't remember much about any of these Gods or Goddesses besides their names and I would rather not eat with them. (Alexander The God of dark wisdom and creations Pov)

a land that was not supposed to be stepped by the none holy beings, the stones voluntarily gave way for these gods,as they walked in with no single fear in their heart, there was a smoke at the middle of that cave, it concentrated on a grave, the grave was White in color and was plain like Cristal, is shown lights of many beauties, Luku and the Warlock sat on it, discussing when the other gods came to them, they looked up and smiled, they were so relaxed and calm, like nothing was going on, what had happened to them, nobody knew, Atinuke felt something strange about such a peaceful hurry less sitting, but Odo just went to them and as soon as she entered the smoke, she joined in the conversa

He was not at ease at all at the moment. However, a moment later Jody turned to him and said, "So, how do I get him banished from the palace but not get my name tarnished?" Steven breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the general's words. "Are you ready to hear my plan, General?" Steven just smiled happily at the general's praise. Meanwhile, in another part of the resting place, Bill, the most powerful God of War the Ans De Lou Kingdom ever had, was seen sitting in the garden with his trusted henchman, Andrew.