Mistress Of Spices Book Novelas e Histórias

“I won’t say you’re lame if you don’t make fun of my cooking too much.” She kisses me on the cheek. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” I sip my coffee as she takes the first bite and chews thoughtfully. Then, she stands and walks over to my spice cabinet. “I thought you were sure they wouldn’t be that bad,” I say. “They’re not.” I laugh at the hesitance in her tone. “Fine, tell me what I did wrong.” She returns to the island with an armful of spices. “They just don’t have a lot of depth of flavor. It’s just…egg and salt. But if you add a pinch of dill, a sprinkle of marjoram—”

What if she’d somehow ended up in this very mall, wandering the same halls? “Alpha Rune, are you even listening?” Lila’s voice cut through my thoughts again, sharper this time. I looked down at her, realizing she’d been talking, probably for a while now. “Sorry. What did you say?” She huffed, clearly frustrated. “I was saying, this vendor here has the best herbs and spices. The pack deserves quality ingredients, don’t you think?” I nodded, mostly just to keep her moving. “Yes, sure. Quality is important.”

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

The water was warm and unhurried. I let it run longer than I needed to, washing the travel off my skin, the recycled airplane air, the long hours of sitting that left my body stiff in places I hadn't noticed until now. By the time I stepped out, wrapped in a towel with my skin still damp, the smell of dinner had already crept up the stairs and slipped under my door. Something rich. Something Madame Loretta would have personally overseen down to the very last spice she'd insisted on bringing back from the Maldives, despite my warning that they likely sold the same spices here.

The way she'd looked in that dress, the way she'd felt when I'd been inside her, the defiant challenge in her eyes when she'd walked away from me, deliberately disobeying just to see what I'd do about it. Christ, she was magnificent. And my wife... my wife had just called her a whore. The irony wasn't lost on me cause here I was, having just fucked another woman on a public terrace, and I had the audacity to be angry at Beatrice for speaking the truth. Because that's what Camille was to me, wasn't it? A mistress, the other woman. The one thing I shouldn't want but couldn't stop craving. Except it didn't feel like that.

The silver anklet Layla had bought her chimed softly with every step. They stopped at a spice stall—piles of saffron, cinnamon sticks, dried rose petals glowing under lanterns. The vendor—an older man with kind eyes—offered them tiny spoons of harissa and ras el hanout to taste. Adeyemi closed her eyes as the heat bloomed on her tongue, sharp and warm. Layla leaned close, whispered against her ear. “Reminds me of you—sweet at first, then it burns in the best way.”

The strong scent of women's perfume on him made Doris choke, she turned her face to the other side, using a cold voice to answer him, "You thought too much, it was handy. Besides, I don’t think a billionaire like you lacks people care about. You just need to wave your hand, both men and women are ready to run to serve you immediately. Paying attention to that simple glass of water for what?" Hearing her harsh sarcastic tone, he also used an unpleasant voice to answer, "I still prefer you to serve." Doris was angered by him, she pushed him away with force, “Get out of me! Who wants to serve you!" He didn't let her struggle, bent his head to find exactly her lips in the dark and kissed down, c

I moaned approvingly and wiped stray crumbs from my lips. "I am glad you liked it. I threw in some cashews and nutmeg, with just a hint of lemon. I am still baffled by how much better the spices are you bring home than the ones I find at the market." Elizabeth told me, her smile catching on my own lips. Our spices were better because I got them all the way from Terra. Regular shipments came in weekly, thanks to my mother pulling a few strings. Atarah said that even though I chose to live like a peasant, doesn't mean that I had to. All the luxuries our clans had to offer, I still had. Hadeon was more than happy to support my family in their endeavours, even when he and my mother barely ever s

Breathing in, she began, "Ze dish zat I prepared zis morning was a magnifique combination of 'eart and soul, a symphony of flavors entangled in ze grand dance of ze spices." I exchanged a confused look with Ma Levine before bringing my attention back to the still talking chef. What was she talking about? "Ze intricate process was one zat you can liken to ze 'earty dance of ze west and ze spring ballet of ze north, wiz each taste simmering in a sea of condiments," the chef continued. "Ze crescendo of--" "Okay, okay," Ma Levine said quickly, cutting Madam Theresa short. The confused chef turned to Ma Levine, her smooth face now filled with wrinkles as she frowned.

"she winked, taking the plates without the plastic wrap and with the sauce, which she had brought in a separate pot, to the place I had prepared. I sat down on the floor, waiting for her to snuggle up to me, and the first piece of quail I put in my mouth showed me how much she deserved the position she was in. It was the best thing I had ever tasted in my life, the mild flavor of the bird was enhanced by the delicacy of the lavender sauce, and to top it all off, it was filled with a nutty filling. Izzy and I were enveloped in our own private universe, we ate and she told us details of her day, how she prepared the buffet for her friends' party and how she ended up running away.