Magic Chef Of Fire And Ice Novels & Stories

And what better way to avenge her parents death than to make sure her uncle does not get the CEO title he has schemed so hard for. Just before her mother died, she had whispered to her that her uncle, Marcus had been behind the death of her father. She had no evidence to prove it. Yet. “Alright, I will do it.” “Oh, thank you so much Miss Goven. Your grandfather…” “I’m not done yet Mr, James. I will do it only on these conditions. First, I will reveal my real identity as the heiress of the Goven family only when I am ready to do so. Second, I will not be returning to the Goven household or to City E until I am ready to. Thirdly, since my identity can not yet be revealed, I will be acting as t

My inner wolf stirred, and I sniffed the air as if there was a prey nearby. "Who prepared this?" I wanted to know. A maid stepped forward with the answer. "Chef Naro, my lord." What the hell had the chef put in my food? I wanted to think about it but a series of events took control of me. My blood began to burn inside of me. Started right from my heart and flowed all through the rest of my body. What the hell was happening to me? Why was I burning up?

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

Her jaw clenched and I heard her murmur something I couldn't quite hear under her breath. "Get me whatever you are getting"I said, letting my arms fall back down on my sides and exposed my chest once again"And please add a fruit salad to that, a lemonade and a big piece of chocolate cake as well. I feel like eating a cake right now" "Alright"McKenzie murmured, her eyes fixated on my chest. She groaned almost painful as she gently banged her forehead on the door three times, mumbling under her breath"Jesus Christ, those tits---fuck"

A gorgeous woman stood at the other end of the large kitchen with a sauce pan in hand, smiling absentmindedly. It took a while for her eyes to land on me and when they did, she glared at me so pointedly, I was afraid I would be her next target to crush in pieces. "It's you. Dice left me for you." She looked me over like I was some faulty item. "You're fat. What does he see in you? He doesn't like fat girls. You put some witching mojo in his meal, didn't you?" "W-What do you mean?" I asked, moving backwards when she started to walk towards me.

His hair was unruly, and he was squinting against the mild autumn sun. "Ghost," he rasped, stepping into my personal space. "My name is Feya," I corrected automatically, my stomach tightening as my flight response flared. I stepped back. "Why are you here, Mr. Rivers? Please move." "I need your help again," he said, his voice low and tight. "Not with books. With the ice. I need you to work another miracle on me. Name your price." "No," I said flatly, dodging past his right shoulder. "I dislike hockey, I have bigger problems to manage, and I will not suffer myself to have more interactions with you. Find another tutor."

“Oh, I know one thing you're certainly good at. That's hockey, and nothing else.” I moved closer with precision, arms folded. “So you really think I can't cook?” “I mean, following Mrs. Brown's words, I am one hundred percent sure you cannot. But I can't really say…” “You can't even cook.” “I can make a mean cup of coffee.” I laughed—hard. Intentionally, because I wanted to rub it in her face. “Coffee is a beverage, not food.” “I don't care. I never bothered about cooking, especially from the house I grew up in.”

Lidia confessed, her voice trembling. Flavian’s expression darkened. She understood immediately. Scarlet was punishing the girl—testing her in the cruelest way. Even worse, the Ice King hated anyone but trusted chefs touching his food. If he learned of this… The cook sighed. “Don’t worry, my dear. Why don’t you assist me instead? I’ll handle the meal.” Relief washed over Lidia. For the first time in days, a genuine smile broke across her face. “Thank you. I’d love to help.”

“Let’s go out. Do something fun. I’m so confined in this castle that it’s choking me. I feel suffocated already, so I need to go out and explore Silver Rose Village.” Or avoid a certain king. “So, you need a tour guide?” she teased. “And a friend, yes,” I giggled in response. She nodded and walked back to whisper something into Madame Cherie’s ear. Madame Cherie was the head cook in the castle. Like the other younger staff and maids, Mikala was under her watch. I liked Madame Cherie. For a woman probably between sixty and sixty-eight years old, she was remarkably sharp and treated everyone like her own child.

"Fight." With a flick of my wrist, I called upon the ancient magic that flowed through my veins. The fire roared to life, flames leaping higher and burning with an intensity that no ordinary blaze could match. This was the gift of the Ice Wolves - the ability to command fire in a land of eternal winter.