Novel & Cerita God Of Cooking

“I worry I wouldn’t be such a great mom.” Christian leaned forward then, and scooped more food into my plate. “Cooking doesn’t determine what makes a good or bad mother, Olivia.”

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

] I was purely making conversation for the sake of it. When I returned in the evening, an elaborate dinner was waiting on the table. Under my note, there was a new reply. [What is Le Cordon Bleu?] I burst out laughing. He seemed to have been dead for quite some years. A bold idea occurred to me. I spread out a piece of paper and wrote down a shopping list. It included Australian lobster, Wagyu beef, black truffles, and caviar. I wrote down every expensive ingredient I had ever heard of but could never afford.

unicorn-rare. And then he said the words that made me glitch: “Since you’ve worked so hard, I’ll cook.” I blinked. “You’ll what now?” “I’ll cook.” “Like, food? Human food? With fire?” “Yes, Noah. I’m not going to hex you a meal or conjure pizza from hell.”

Not only did she forget the kindness I'd shown her, but she also gave Jude the green light to dig up my parents' graves and humiliate my only sister. That was when I received an encrypted satellite call. It was from the General, Gunthar Vale.

Christian caught my hand, halting me. “You’re sweating,” he observed, wiping the dampness away. I hadn’t realized it myself. “What do you want to prepare? I’ll help,” he offered, and a smile broke across my face. We moved into action. I began making mashed potatoes with plenty of vegetables. All through Christian assisted me, I was stunned he could cook this good. “I never knew the almighty Christian Hayes was a skilled cook,” I teased. I wanted to ask where he had learned, but the moment wasn’t right.

Seeing a smiling Persefoni behind her, I realized that whatever that kept Gabby in this mode is definitely not serious. "Why can't I just get it right huh? I added everything at the appropriate time and allowed it to boil until ready. Why does it taste like bleach instead of something edible?" I rubbed my hand down my face. God give me strength "I've told you before Gabby, cooking is not for you and it's okay if we do not know how to do some certain things. We are humans Gabby, we aren't perfect and the things that keeps us thriving is that urge to acquire perfection. Don't beat yourself up over issue as little as cooking"

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Bianca bade Jonah goodbye as he left the apartment, she sighed in relief and turned back to the male god cooking up her kitchen.. This was the first time she had seen him so concentrated on something.. Her lips made a little slant to the side which vanished completely when he raised his head to her... She moved to stand by his side watching him chop the tomatoes skillfully, a look of surprise crossed her face.. Guys from rich home Cook? she questioned herself.. according to her research what they were always good at was flirting with girls, throwing lavish parties and drinking their guts out..

"After all that, I'm the one getting exploited!" Alda giggled but said nothing. - Early next morning, Frank woke up to an appetizing scent, and he stepped out to see that Sadie's younger brother, Rain Godot, was cooking in the kitchen! "You can cook?" He asked. Rain chuckled. "I may look young, but I have a Grade 2 chef cert!" "Not bad!" Frank nodded and sat down at the dining table. It was several simple homemade dishes, and Frank was surprised by the culinary skill despite having eaten tons of gourmet food. The taste was truly savory, and not even the average person could hope to match it!