Romans & histoires Love'n The Kitchen

The next morning. Valeriana got up, dressed in something casual and went to the dining room. Valeriana lives in her Grandma’s house. It’s really small, with two bedrooms, with a kitchen and breakfast/dining room adjusted together. And a small living room. It’s said that her grandfather gifted this house to her grandma after saving some money. The house is old and small but many beautiful and wonderful memories have been made here. It has the warmth that makes her feel peaceful.

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

I pull her to my side and kiss the top of her head, she looks up at me and kisses me on my lips. “We’re staying about an hour and then I’m taking you home.” I tell her and she just winks at me and walks into the kitchen. I don’t know if the wink was an okay to my statement or not. I follow her into the kitchen and Shirley is introducing her to Thomas. She’s smiling the whole time and she looks at me and mouths ‘I love you’. I wink at her this time and smile. “Okay, you two. Spill.” Shirley says with a huge smile. I walk over to river and put my arm around her.

Melissa, I arrived home and took a shower. It's also very hot here in Rio. Since it's still early, I'm going to take advantage and prepare a surprise for Ricardo. He arrives tonight. Maybe a dinner? Yes, I've decided on an aphrodisiac dinner. I call my favorite restaurant and place an order for two: blackberry and ginger jam with toast as an appetizer, filet mignon with chef's parmesan cheese risotto as the main course, and truffled honey bread for dessert.

"Look you always cook for us so we thought may be a change of things would be nice....?" "Two words for all of you get out!" I pointed towards the kitchen door. "B-but-" I cut of Lillian, by putting my hand in front of her, "I think you three should do me the favor of saving yourselves from hour's long lecture than me having a bad head ache which by the way is starting to brew now I am going to say this very nicely... *deep inhale and exhale* please get out." I point towards the door. Without another word they left me to my work. Thank goodness today is Saturday otherwise I would be late for college and I don't know how I would have left the kitchen.

My eyes watered and I clutched my tummy laughing uncontrollably. "STOP. Please, Valentine stop. My stomach hurts." I yelled between laughter and he backed away slowly, controlling his breathing as well. "God, you make me so happy." He mumbled rubbing his eyes and I smiled feeling pleased. What woman doesn't want to make their partner happy? "Let's have dinner, shall we? You look like, you can pass out at any moment." He said standing up and lead me to the kitchen counter where my vegetable soup and his peasant food awaits. Valentine is a great cook. He knows everything about famous dishes. He learned this talent from his lovely head maid Lola, who is passionate about cooking herself. He lear

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.

The male voice, that I assumed belonged to her oldest brother Robbie spoke with an air of frustration. We walked through the doorway of the mud room and into the kitchen where the two of them stood. Lyvie was cutting up vegetables as she stood behind the large marble topped island. The kitchen was even more extravagant than I could have imagined with dark grey marble countertops that sat on white cabinets. All of the appliances were dark stainless steel, and the island boasted a small sink and a glass cooktop. It had 4 barstools that sat at it, with a breakfast nook along the far wall that overlooked the front of the house. She really had outdone herself designing this house, and it was no s

“He has his private moments sometimes, but he generally loves having people around. Come on, time to give you a quick tour." We walk through the spacious living room, with Marissa pointing out the various locations of the house with so much excitement. “This here is the kitchen,” she says, gesturing to the said kitchen that is right behind the dining area. “Leo loves to cook, so we spend a lot of time here.” I trail my fingers along the smooth marble countertop near me as she continues, “You have to try his signature lasagna if you ever get the chance to do so.” “I’d love that,” I say, my head suddenly running wild with the imagination of Leo King making lasagna in this kitchen.

(USA) "Hey love! How's your sister? I haven't been seeing her around lately." I hollered at him. I was lying on the soft white, 3-seater - couch in the living room, and with my knees joined together like a yogi, busy chatting away my time on my phone. "Loveth has become a very busy make-up-artist, always moving on and on to parties, occasions and stuff." Arnold headed towards me from the kitchen, with a white flat dish in his hand which contains different kinds of diced fruits.