Never Cook Again Novels & Stories

“We should make a list! A fun list!” “Well,” Zarek said, puffing out his chest proudly, “I want to cook for you. Really cook, not just order takeout or have the kitchen staff do it.” Zade immediately started coughing, nearly choking on his own spit. “No. Absolutely not. That’s a terrible idea.” “Why not?” I looked between them, confused by Zade’s strong reaction. “Zarek can’t cook to save his life,” Zade said seriously, like he was delivering grave news. “Last time he tried to make eggs, he nearly burned down the kitchen. The fire department had to come.”

His brows knitted to my remarks. “Why, you do don’t know how to cook?” I coughed and smiled awkwardly when he asked me. “Let’s eat?” I said trying to avoid the topic. It’s just me and cooking, we don’t bond so well. We had past. I almost burned our house when I was in high school because I tried to cook something I saw online. I didn’t know that that will happen. I just left to change my clothes and when I came back, the kitchen’s already on fire! That’s why dad doesn’t want me near the kitchen anymore.

I don't do as told because I'm flipping myself to my back and continue listening to Ander's sexually explicit voice notes. It's only when the piercing smell of smoke hits my lungs I stand up. My eggs have burned and stuck to the pan. So much for a non stick pan. I set my phone down for a few seconds, break 2 other eggs and put them in a brand new pan. I, learning from my mistakes set it on the lowest heat. It doesn't burn this time, but it's sure as hell inedible. I throw it away, completely giving up on the idea of eating eggs.

I shrugged. "It might seem odd, but I know I won't. When I did the others, I knew it would be flitting, and I would give them up on some months, which I did. But it isn't the same with cooking. I know I'm never giving it up." He assured me. "Never say never." I teased.

Messing with the dial to get it on, after a second, it lights up. “Baby… In all seriousness… You can’t cook. Do you need me to list the amount of times you’ve set fire to our kitchen in New York? How many attempts at teaching you to cook have ended in failure?” He sounds more than alarmed; in fact, he sounds kind of horrified and I eye roll at his dramatics.

she murmured with puffy eyes. He froze before quickly shaking his head, “No! Not at all—” “God, Damon, you can stop trying to make me feel better already. I’m not just bad at cooking, I’m a goddamn culinary disaster! I didn’t even know some ingredients aren’t meant to go together! I swear, I’m never gonna cook again. Ever! If I accidentally killed you because I was too pigheaded about playing chef… I would die out of heartbreak!”

It was almost like he was in another world. ‘Did mother cook this food?’. Finn stopped eating and thought for a while. He then chuckled and admitted, “This cannot be my mother’s food. Mother can't cook this kind of delicious meal. She's an average chef”. Finn's voice was low when he said this. He couldn't risk offending Amy in any way because she would stop cooking for him. What was worse was that his mother could even go as far as warning Mrs Jenny not to cook any food for him again. Finn shivered at the thought of this.

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

“He begged me to see the physician once so he can be assured that I will be fine.” I added confidently, “He isn't emotionless, Regina. In fact, he has been showing some emotions that scare me. He has been taking care of me and cooking for me even though he isn't exactly a good cook.” “He cooked for you?” Regina gasped with eyes as wide as that of a fish. I laughed and nodded. “Unbelievable!” Regina murmured and revealed, “After he nearly burnt my kitchen seven years ago, he swore never to cook again... For any reason.”

I wish I could remember, but there was no memory. In the evening, I was in the kitchen making the batter. The batter for what you ask? Well, Chef Avery Williams decided to try her skills at cooking for the thirteenth time in her life. Thirteenth, because I had tried cooking back at home, and let me tell you, the scenario wasn’t pretty. My parents were glad I did not start a fire in the house. Talking about fire…