Novel Küche Novels & Stories

she asked, amusement glinting in her eyes. She entered the kitchen fully, what looked to be a cookbook was opened on the countertop, ingredients and utensils were strewn all over the place. “I think it’s pretty obvious,” Justin replied, obviously testy now. “Damn it, how hard could it be to just throw something basic together?” Luna glanced at the recipe that the cookbook was opened to. “That does not look like something basic,” she commented, tongue-in-cheek. Justin glanced at it, he frowned. “That simple thing is not basic?”

She pulled out a massive, beautifully bound hardcover book. It was Isabelle Voss's seminal cookbook. It was considered the most significant culinary text published in the last decade. Aurora slowly opened the heavy front cover. The thick paper smelled faintly of fresh ink and expensive binding glue. A short, handwritten message was scrawled across the title page in elegant black ink. "He chose the right one. Take care of him. He is terrible at being taken care of. — I.V." Aurora stood perfectly still at the center island. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She read the generous, devastating words twice. She closed the heavy book gently. She walked over to the wooden shelves and placed it s

' Dido. ********** Homemade gourmet looked so easy in Nathan's hands. She sat by the kitchen island, reading one of their new books while cooked. "Wow, I'm liking this one, it's gonna be hard to put down," a wide smile spread across her face. She was four chapters in, the story was already clutching her. "Oh I know the kind ... I wanna read that one too, no spoilers please," he was seasoning his food, flipping his tools like a pro.

It was just his way of coping with things. I on the other hand was settling into life as the new Luna. It was more tumultuous than I thought. I’d broken over a dozen plates and sixteen laws already. Who knew there were so many rules? I’d rather go back to being an intern at the hospital. I was in the kitchen going through the pack’s historical recipe book I wanted to surprise Enzo with a meal from his family history! Only I couldn’t make heads or tails of what to do. I’d been in the kitchen for hours and I had no idea where they stored the elk.

He asked and he looked at the mess that I’ve managed to make fifteen minutes after stepping inside the kitchen. “No, I was reading Cosmo and one of the tips to ‘get over a man you’ve never had’ is to cook something for yourself.” I tell him and his mouth falls open when he looks at the horrible excuse of a dough I’ve made. Hey, at least I tried. “Everyday... I really don’t know how… you manage to find a different way to annoy me... every day. Do you have a book?” He asks me as he rubs his face with his hands knowing that he has to clean up the mess.

But to Jenny, they'd been a tiny window beyond her prison onto the outside world. Hour after hour, she'd pored over the articles and recipes, even creating the dishes in the kitchen of her imagination, following step after step. Eyes closed, she'd mixed seasonings, sautéed the beef or chicken or whatever the directions called for, and at times, she'd have sworn she actually smelled the dish she was cooking. A recipe for chicken piccata had particularly interested her, and she'd read it so many times, she had memorized it. And with all the ingredients, she was finally going to bring the dish to life here in Cole's kitchen.

“I don’t know why, but I just assumed you lived off dried meat and intimidation.” Kael laughed softly as he reached for a pan. “I’ll try not to disappoint you.” “I’ll be the judge of that,” Nova replied, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “Just so you know… my standards are very high.” “I’m beginning to notice that.” Nova rested her elbows on the kitchen island, quietly watching as Kael moved around the kitchen with practiced ease. He diced vegetables with quick, precise movements, seasoned the meat without needing to measure a thing, and had several pots going at once without seeming the least bit flustered. Everything he did was smooth and effortless, like he’d repeated the routine hund

I asked. She scrunched her nose up while she flipped through her large book of recipes. I took a look around the kitchen and saw shelves filled with recipe books. Yes, please. I would love to get my paws on those. “My name it Natalia, your Highness. Ah, we just got a fresh stock of the ingredients. We will get them ready for you. Is there anything else we can do?” I looked around at all of them and smiled. Everyone had been very welcoming so far.