Kitchen War Novels & Stories

The kitchen doors loomed like a gateway to a battlefield, heavy stainless steel vibrating with the organized chaos within in the hands of chefs wielding it. Chloe took a steadying breath and pushed through, her brand new chef’s white sitting pretty around her body. But they nothing the whites on the flour-dusted veterans already on the line. The air was choked with the scent of reduced stock and burning caramel. Pots clanged, sharp commands were barked around, and the sizzle of pans was a constant drumbeat. It was a high-pressure symphony, and Chloe loved it immediately.

We stepped into the kitchen, and Richard sprang into action, expertly sautéing ingredients on the stovetop. I leaned against the doorway, mesmerized by his culinary skills. My kitchen was cozy, but cramped - barely enough space for two people to move around comfortably. Yet, I loved it, because it was enough for me not until Ross and Richard showed up in our lives. Richard's announcement jolted me back to reality. "I'll be going to war," he said, his voice matter-of-fact. My heart sank. "Must you go?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

He could feel those knives going through his heart. “Everyone out! Now!” Russe roared with a great anger that his followers had not seen in years. As soon as the room had cleared, Russe slammed the door shut. The news of Adelia’s pregnancy with an outcast child had hit him hard, and he didn’t know how to process it. Due to the loud noise, Adelia awoke to an angry Russe who immediately turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury. She cowered before him, her hand instinctively going to her flat belly.

Everything is made in excess here. The kitchen is especially frantic this morning because the king’s gamma is returning from war. The battle was successful meaning Thyrenna won and a small celebration is being prepared. If you ask me, it feels less like a small gathering and more like the beginning of a massive party. “You stupid girl,” one of the cooks snaps at me. “How long does it take to cut onions? They were meant to go into the fire already!” “I was only given them a few minutes ago. It’s a lot for one person, but I’ll be done soon—”

"Me, too." His lips crack a smile before he takes a step closer, leaving their feet toe-to-toe. His eyes close, and his lips purse slightly. Sera holds a breath, unable to move, when commotion springs to life in the kitchen once again. The clanging doesn't stop, pots and pans bang around, beeping starts, and a crinkling sound begins. Sera is on Jack's heels as he dashes for the back door, not bothering to hide his alarm anymore. He attempts to block her view, but Sera pushes past him to get some answers. The kitchen is in shambles; everything is thrown about like a tornado hit. The timers all beep repeatedly, food is tossed this way and that, pots scatter the floor, and doors hang off their

The kitchen looked like a battlefield, and I was losing horribly. Thick gray smoke billowed toward the ceiling, setting off the high-tech smoke detector, which emitted an ear-splitting, mechanical screech. I frantically waved a wooden kitchen towel in the air, trying to clear the air, while a pot of marinara sauce bubbled violently on the stove, splashing dark red spots across the pristine white marble backsplash like a scene from a crime movie. I had wanted so badly to make things right after the terrifying altercation with Vienna and Liam’s subsequent retreat behind his icy walls. I wanted to give us a normal evening. A home-cooked meal. A real family dinner.

I said unable to explain it openly. She just stared at me. "Because of what?" "It’s complicated," I replied. Just then, a group of warriors came in for breakfast led by Kelvin. When he stepped into the kitchen with his crew…he inhaled audibly as if smelling something strong. Suddenly, we heard a growl thunder throughout the kitchen. "MATE!"

The look on his face made me want to kiss him senseless but I controlled my crazy hormones which were all over the place nowadays. "Yeah," he said in a small voice as he turned to stir the pot. I looked all over the kitchen to find it to complete a mess. Every container jar was open and its content was out of it and spread on the kitchen counter. In short, the kitchen was looking like a storm had passed here not long ago. Looking at everything, only one question raised in my question was exactly what he was trying to do here because Jack Miller I know never liked cooking. He was even capable of burning water. All his life he only liked eating. "So what were you trying to do," I asked in my

The house was freezing cold because the central heating was still resetting after the network bypass, but the smell of burnt bacon was already drifting up the staircase. When I reached the kitchen doorway, I stopped. The room looked like a war zone, completely separate from the one in my study. A massive steel frying pan was sitting on the main commercial stove, pouring thick black smoke into the air. Mia was scrambling around the center island, wearing my oversized black shirt and holding a kitchen towel like a weapon, while Theresa was standing on top of a leather barstool, screaming and swinging a large plastic spatula around her head. "Hit it! Mia, hit it with the towel!" Theresa yelled,

The jealousy in my chest was a living, breathing monster, clawing at my ribs until I felt like I was going to scream. "I'm going to get my plate," I choked out. Neither of them answered. Julian was too busy wiping a small drop of sauce from the corner of Katia's lip with his thumb. I stood up, my heels clicking violently against the floor as I pushed through the swinging doors into the kitchen. The kitchen was quiet, the staff having already gone to their quarters for the evening. The cold, stainless steel counters and white subway tiles felt like a sterile contrast to the stifling heat of my rage.