Novel Küchen Novels & Stories

I explained briefly, pushing the cup gently in front of him. “Ah!” He exclaimed, looking at the disposable fork and spoons on the table. Kayla and I noticed how he creased his forehead, eyeing the cutlery on the table. “Don’t wonder, Alex. She used to live alone, remember? She has one of everything. You need to go shopping,” Kayla said, eating the ravioli, then her eyes sparkled. “Mmm… This is good. Where did you buy this?” “My Kitchen by Chef Allie. I know the owner,” I said proudly, copying Alaska as she told us yesterday and causing Alex to chuckle.

The kitchen was filled with the comforting scent of sizzling garlic and soy sauce as Nova and Chloe moved around, trying to follow the instructions from a Korean cooking video they had found online. The kitchen counter was cluttered with ingredients—bottles of sesame oil, bowls of marinated meat, and chopped vegetables, all contributing to the chaotic yet somehow organized mess.

But the house was too quiet not to be curious. Nova passed what she assumed was the library, double doors with black handles and windows too frosted to see through. She kept moving, heading to the kitchen, which looked straight out of a luxury home magazine. She opened the fridge and found everything labeled and portioned. Someone had restocked it with almond milk, ripe fruit, and even her favorite granola. She hadn't told Damian that. Nova hadn't told anyone that. She stood there, staring at the carton as if it had cursed her.

I interject before he makes even more excuses for his asshole of a brother. As we walked into the kitchen, I immediately fall in love! This was my dream kitchen; a colour scheme of charcoal and cream, a large island and breakfast nook in the middle, a double oven and hob, stovetop built into the island. Pots, pans and any kind of utensil and appliance you could ever need. “Okay, I am in love right now,” I say, as I walk around the kitchen and hear Dario chuckle. “I am guessing you like to cook?” he asks, and I nod excitedly when I open the fridge. Bacon, eggs, mushroom, cream, garlic, cheese, peppers, spices and herbs; the making of the perfect omelette.

I asked by my gestures. "Eating meatballs at Takim's," replied Julia by her gestures. In the living room, I saw a pile and rows of old books. Books were not like academic books. Even if it was called a novel, it might be from the action-conspiracy-horror-thriller-mystery genre. Well, the title alone already made people goosebumps.

Jenna smiled and he grabbed her hand, pulling her to the kitchen. Jenna smiled, “This kitchen is as elegant as the castle’s” Clay nodded and smiled brightly, “My mom was the best chef around.” Jenna smiled and Clay grabbed his mother’s journal cookbook. He opened the page to dragon stew and Jenna smirked, “Spicy.” She grinned. Clay chuckled and Jenna smiled as she flipped through the pages, “Maybe we should pick a recipe from here tonight to cook?” she offered. Clay smiled, “I would love that. We should be able to get ingredients pretty easily. Hopefully, the garden was taken care of more than the house.”

“What happened? You look like you're about to kill someone.” “Do I?” Lucas muttered. Ruffa nodded, arms crossed, “You do.” Kaley chuckled. “Leave him alone. He’s just jealous.” “Jealous? As if,” Lucas grumbled, flopping back onto the couch. The rich aroma of garlic, soy glaze, and simmering broth filled the air, weaving through the sleek, minimalist kitchen of Lucas Villareal’s condo. The space, all black marble counters and gleaming stainless steel, looked like it had been lifted from the pages of a design magazine—cold, perfect, and barely touched.

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.

His laugh whipped around my mind like a frenzy, making me feel light and joyful. Alette and Adelina walked us into a medium sized kitchen. There were a handful of ovens across the wall, along with a prep table, freezer, and large refrigerator. There was also what looked to be a brick pizza oven in the corner, which made me wonder if the Fae had discovered pizza, or if they used it for something entirely different.

ANYA The kitchen fell quiet after Alaric dismissed the chef. I still wasn’t used to how easily his voice could fill a room, firm, commanding, and unkind. Now it was just the two of us, me and Alaric, standing in the palace kitchen that looked more like something out of a royal cookbook. Polished marble counters, tall windows spilling golden light, and shelves lined with jars I didn’t even recognize. I decided to make something simple. Pancakes. Something I knew. Something normal.