Never Cook Again Novels & Stories

“Tonight I cooked for her. On her fucking kitchen counter. After I bent her over it and fucked her senseless.” I couldn’t remember the last time I cooked. It was most likely sometime in college, more than a decade ago, but when I stared at her, my limbs started moving before my brain could catch up, and as if it was muscle memory, I ended up making one of the few things I used to eat in college. Nico’s eyebrows shot up, but he stayed quiet, letting me talk because he knew I needed to rant. I’d never ranted before.

Peter hugged this woman out of the living room, his face serious: "Mia, don't go in there anymore, I can't teach you to cook anymore." Mia was about to continue, but Peter went inside and said, “I'll let you cook for me later, you can take care of me. I don't want to see you in the kitchen again, forgive your beautiful hands." Mia: “…” The first time learning to cook failed. …

I realized how horrible and poisonous I could cook. When Imogen's eyes met mine, he gave me a sidelong smile. Which made me even more annoyed. But at least he could say something good, even if it was for the sake of being polite. "Animal" I mumbled, chewing every piece of food harshly assuming them as Imogen and Orion. Both of them are jerk headed freaks. I cursed myself a thousand times, and took a vow to "never ever I will try to cook again". I could feel three pairs of eyes were on top of my head.

"I never had cooked in my life. Not even had boiled a water but than I thought I wanted to cook. So I tried the first time. It was so bad that even animals won't eat them. The second time it was worse than the first. I again tried. Again tried. And kept trying until I finally made it right. To be exact it was perfect. Do you want to know how many times I tried? " Grandpaa asked to the girls as his girlfriend nodded while Hayl kept focusing on her food. "106th time. " he said as there was silence while I choked on my food but held myself together. "Funny right. A man known for being the perfect person and role model of business industry. Cooked one hundred and five times to made a perfect mea

But I did quench the fire, leaving great smoke everywhere. Few hours later, my cousins returned and met her outside. They broke into fits of cough, asked me what happened. And when I told them, they laughed at me. Even made mockery of my burnt hair, and charcoal black face. Even my grandma was mad when she returned. Ever since then, I never made an attempt to cook. Because I tend to burn everything down. Never even made an attempt to learn. I figured I didn't need to." I concluded. "That was epic." Alex said, it looked like he had clearly enjoyed himself from all the things I had told him. Because he was smiling now.

Hearing this, Arthur said, "No, I've entered the kitchen before, but I never needed to cook. I always found food on the dining table, so I never needed to cook." Hearing this, Evan mumbled and said, "Today you will realize that a grave mistake you made by not learning to cook. The food that Ethan asked you to cook is the most challenging and time-consuming one. It is almost impossible to cook this food without an experienced person. It is impossible for a person who has never cooked" Arthur tried to remember his wife's handwriting by looking at it, but he couldn't remember her handwriting at all because he had never noticed her handwriting, neither when she signed the registry papers when th

My parents couldn't risk endangering my life "With this, twice. Both times were accidents" I say. The other time was on a family vacation. The restaurant we checked in added groundnuts to our food. It was an accident and we're all so carried away that we didn't remind them of the flavor we wanted. That was also the last time we stopped eating out. He doesn't need to know this. The doctor nodded his head curtly and hotted something on his iPad. Observations I believe.

Now, I sighed, popping another perfectly diced meat into the bowl, knife still in hand, I turned around fully so I can look at Michael when I’m talking, maybe he’ll hear me this time. “First” I flicked my index finger with the blunt edge of the knife “I’m not one of those women, second” I moved on to my middle finger “I like feeling useful, okay? third?” I hold the knife against my ring finger “after the last incident we agreed I should stay away from the cooker for the time being-

I replied still rubbing out any residual taste from my tongue. “ If you ever cook in my house again, I'll make sure to kick you out of my house and have you sleep on the streets,” he warned and I knew he was more than capable of doing it. “ No need to do that, I would personally kick myself out if I cooked again,” I volunteered finally getting rid of the horrid taste. “ You were terrible enough before but now, it's like you are out to murder,” he still hadn't gotten over the taste. “ Leave the cooking for the maids, if they weren't necessary, I wouldn't hire them,” he stated.

‎ ‎“I know.” ‎ ‎I stared at him. ‎ ‎“Don't get cocky.” ‎ ‎“I've always been a great cook.” ‎ ‎“Great cook my ass, you once burnt boiled eggs.” ‎ ‎“That was one time.” ‎ ‎“It was three times.” ‎ ‎He pointed his fork at me. ‎ ‎“We don't talk about that.” ‎ ‎I laughed. ‎ ‎And somehow, the conversation drifted. ‎ ‎From his new job to childhood. ‎