Kitchen War Novels & Stories

Silence. The kitchen’s aroma drew her in, and she nearly groaned. This was a chef’s dream—gleaming wooden cabinets that blended with the natural surroundings, a massive stove, and double ovens that screamed serious cooking. Nita loved baking, though she wasn’t on Tally or Gerri’s level. She hadn’t poisoned anyone yet, so that was a win. This kitchen alone earned her mystery date points, even if he was a no-show.

After going down a few steps, we arrived at a wide kitchen. The walls were the color of red clay, with a huge black marble counter where several she-wolves were chopping vegetables, seasoning meat, peeling potatoes. Across the room, at the double sink, two others were washing pots and dishes, and on a large stove several pans were simmering with food. The entire kitchen smelled of cooking, and I didn’t know where to look with so many she-wolves talking all at once, moving about while doing their tasks. Lena asked me to wait in a corner while she went over to one of the women at the stove to say something important.

Itt's sad and a little bit disheartening. It's getting late, and I'm now hungry. I actually finished the first season of cake wars, and I won't lie. That looks fun as hell, but nerve-wracking. I don't think I could do that. I get up to stretch my legs and notice the clock on the wall says 6pm, jeez I really was into that show, and I'm pretty sure I missed dinner. I walk slowly into the kitchen, hoping I can find something, but I try my best not to get too excited. Why would they think to stock my kitchen.

Buck snorted from behind me, “Pathetic. No wonder everyone doubts you as the chosen one.” I remained mute. “There’s a new pail in the kitchen. Get it and move on with your task. Those utensils need to be cleaned before the Alpha returns from his rounds.” Rounds. I couldn’t understand his words and what they meant. I couldn’t decipher anything, it all made no sense. I didn’t choose this life. ************

Because when danger strikes, clearly the kitchen is the safest place. “WHY ARE WE RUNNING?” I shout as we dodge a shocked waiter holding a tray of expensive plates. He doesn’t slow down. His grip tightens. “Just keep moving.” My heart pounds. My brain is screaming this is how people die in movies. We burst through the kitchen doors, and suddenly every single eye in the room is on us. Chefs freeze mid-chop. A pot boils over. Someone yells something in a language I don’t understand. Clinton doesn’t stop

And then proceeded to the kitchen to double-check and prepare the ingredients for the menu. When he entered the kitchen, he projected a domineering personality and started prepping the dishes he'd serve later. Everyone is busy, so the kitchen is noisy: the sharp banging noise of the casserole, the fast chopping sounds of knives on cutting board, the rattling sounds of plates being washed, the blazing fire soaring high coming from the wok because of the liquor that was poured on it, and the delicious smell of the food that will make you want to taste it right away.

Kaima I had no idea cooking could be this chaotic, but Nick makes it look so easy. The entire kitchen was covered in flour; everywhere was so messy it looked like the second world war took place right here. And there was a suspicious smell coming from the pot. Nicholai laughed so hard he nearly fell off the counter. “Nick, stop laughing,” I tried to be serious, pointing the spoon at him. “Seriously, you are not helping.” “I am helping,” he said between laughs, “by staying away from whatever chemical warfare you’ve got going on in that pot.”

Cuz wtf is with this fancy ass kitchen? Five minutes later, the kitchen looked like an industrial accident. Smoke poured out like I’d summoned hell. I started coughing. Then choking. Then panicking. “OH SHIT—NOPE—BAD IDEA—MAYDAY—” I was flapping a kitchen towel in the air, hacking like an old diesel engine, when Lucien stormed in like a pissed-off firefighter. He didn’t even say anything. Just walked over, turned off the stove, and scooped me up like a sack of smoky potatoes.

– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.

Milena Dragovic I woke up to voices. Soft at first. Then laughter. Then the unmistakable sound of someone rummaging through my kitchen as if they lived there. I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. “Coffee?” Stella called. “Or are we pretending we don’t need caffeine to survive bad decisions?” “I heard that,” Aria added loudly from the kitchen. “And for the record, none of last night’s decisions were bad. Questionable, maybe. But not bad.”