Hollup Let Him Cook Novels & Stories

Gosh! Refusing to kill myself with worry, I turned to my food. The food, though, God, the food was impeccable. I was actually a bit jealous that Hollis could cook that well. Rocco was the one to clear the table. And then, Hollis asked me to join them downstairs so that he can take me round the house. Over the roof with joy, I fell in step behind him but he pulled me to his side and held my hand until we got to the overly large corridor downstairs.

“Joel…” “I cannot assure you of its taste,” he chuckled again, acting like he was having the time of his life. “But at least, the turkey is properly cooked. I looked up a video on YouTube and… don’t look at me like that. These days, YouTube is the bomb for cooking videos.” “I’m not looking at you because of that.” “Then what?” “I’m not hungry, so I guess I’m just going to wait over there until you are done eating.”

Halle blushed and looked down at her plate sheepishly, did he just compliment her by calling her food restaurant material? “I plan on working on it the second I get my final pay,” Halle admitted. Come to think of it, she’s never really mentioned that part to him before. “Why wait?” Xavier said as he ate another mouthful and then chuckled with delight, “I don’t want anyone else to cook my meals from now on,” He stated and poured wine into both their glasses before going back to his food. Seeing him eat so heartily made something bloom in the pit of her stomach. Halle had totally forgotten about her own food and just kept her focus on how his lips moved, how his tongue darted out every now and

Hazel agreed with a smile. “You didn’t sleep?” She ask, Alex smile shaking his head. “ I did” Her stomach growled. “We are hungry,” she said, laughing. Alex chuckled. “Let me prepare something for you to eat.” Hazel pouted. “Mr. McCollum, we want food.” Alex turned. “I know, I’ll do it myself.” “Lots of food, Mr. McCollum. Not just toast.” Alex laughed. Hazel couldn’t help but blush watching him.

Sarah laughed holding her stomach. "Stop laughing Sarah, please." Hannah half yelled. "Okay, okay, so tell me, where is he now?" Sarah asked. "I sent him off to get me tampons, you don't know what he did, I was crying while eating it because the food tasted so salty and the pepper in it, gosh, it's better not to say it, and he was insisting that he wants to taste." Hannah retorted. Sarah chuckled. "You should have let him taste it, next time he won't try cooking, he is only meant to stand in front of the camera, sign more contracts and count dollars, cooking is definitely out of it." Sarah blurted.

I told him honestly. I see his eyes soften, “Rebel, I know you are not use to anything here, but you will adjust with time. In the meantime, it’s just us. Pretend no one else is here right now. Just focus on me and your meal. From now on, you share mealtimes with me.” He says gently. I take a deep breath and look down at my plate and begin eating. Everything tasted good. I’m not use to anyone cooking for me. I normally had to cook for myself, so I’m not use to other styles of food, but it was a pleasant meal. Maybe I can go back in the kitchen later and talk to the omegas. Maybe they will let me cook with them. “Do you have smokers here?” I ask suddenly. “I like to smoke my own meats.” I rem

she said with a big smile . " Yes it is " he said looking at her beautiful smile , indicating about more than one thing . He continued drying her hair, Hoor clutched his sweatshirt at both sides of his waist , looking at him innocently. Arhaan combed her hair . After getting ready , Arhaan took her to kitchen . Hoor didn't know cooking at all , Arhaan took charge .He looked around the kitchen , he didn't know much cooking himself .

Ariel's happy humming was floating in the air and instantly lifted his spirits. “Welcome home, boss lady!” she called from the kitchen. “Hope you are ready for some serious carb therapy.” I couldn't repress my laughter while I walked toward her. Ariel was busy fixing her spaghetti sauce, busy at the stove with the music in the background, while her small body swayed very slightly. She makes everything seem very natural, very relaxed; for just that moment, it becomes quite easy to forget about the chaos of the day. "It smells amazing," I said, leaning against the kitchen island.

I pocketed the phone and resumed mixing the pancake batter I had abandoned, having no idea how I kept getting away with not losing my job. I wasn’t complaining though. The universe must finally be on my side during this period of my life. Just as I served him a tall stack of golden brown cottage cheese pancakes with a side of hash browns and maple syrup, Elias walked back in with a shirt on and his bowl now empty, grinning at the both of us. I returned the expression with a friendly smile, ignoring the glare I could feel at the side of my face. “I see the situation has been resolved,” he said, propping himself on the edge of the island facing Alessio. “Now, tell me my friend, why you never o

he chuckled, and seeing that it wasn't funny, he maintained a serious look and pointed at the ingredients in the sink. “What are you making at this hour?” “Hazel has a headache, and I was trying to make her a soup,” Coyle answered in a frustrated tone. He really wanted to make the soup for her, but he kept doing everything wrong. “Such a lover boy,” Ray laughed before he walked towards Coyle and pointed at the door. “Go stand there; I will make the soup. We don't want you burning down the house,” Ray stated, and Coyle snorted. He knew Ray was an excellent cook, so he let him cook the soup while he moved to the side and watched him do it.