Novel Küchen Novels & Stories

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.

"Well, obviously you'll cater the affair to knock Elena's socks off to send good word back to New York. And I'll help you put together a proposal." Feeling as if she at least had a direction, Athena grabbed a notebook from the counter. "Let's talk menu." * * * Athena paced a tight circle around the island in the inn's kitchen, mentally reviewing her lists. The charcuterie trays were finished. The cheese boards were loaded. The crudités were laid out in a rainbow of foodie perfection. Every public room on the lower floor of the inn was set up with elegantly-appointed food tables that represented the different regions highlighted in Kennedy's book. A culinary journey for the guests of the trav

He closed the door behind me and his hand brushed my lower back guiding me toward the open kitchen. The touch sent heat straight down my spine and made my pussy twitch. “I do more than cook for clients. Come see.” His palm stayed there firm and warm fingers spread a little like he wanted to feel more of me. I followed him trying to play it cool but my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my dress. The kitchen was all stainless steel and dark counters. Pots simmered on the stove and Kieran moved like he owned every inch of it. He stirred a thick red sauce then dipped a spoon in and held it out to me. “Open up. Tell me what you think.”

“That wasn’t anything official, I only saw the back of his head, plus I almost thought he was just your driver. Please Avery, I’m dying to meet him!” Avery laughed heartily at her pouty face, “Come on, let’s go to the kitchen. Maybe you’ll have to make one of your fast foods for the evening. I’m too exhausted to cook anything.” “I can’t wait to be in your kitchen, it must look like heaven!” Margaret squealed. As they pulled the door open and approached the kitchen, they were hit by a sweet aroma of pasta and chicken. As they edged closer to the kitchen, Margaret noticed the walls adorned with pots and pans of different sizes, the kitchen was decorated with so much utensils that she had never

She wishes she could have a sugar mama and personal bodyguard too. After what seems like forever, I hang up with her and finish exploring. I go from the bedrooms to the rest of the living areas. The kitchen is my favorite by far. There’s a double oven and glass top stove with eight burners. A huge see-through fridge and movable butchers’ island. Plus, all the accessories to go with it. It’s my dream kitchen, and I begin my research. Too many ideas hit my brain on what to make for dinner, as I haven’t done that in a long time. Sadly, I don’t have my culinary book. However, Justine has a few. Even finding a delicious Lasagna I want to try.

She did that each time she was nervous or tense and needed to calm down. She took a look around the kitchen and for the first time since she's entered here, she noticed that this was no ordinary kitchen. It was filled with every cooking gadget there would ever be. What even surprised Anna the most was the knives that hung against a wall rack. Every type and size was there and Anna frowned. What were they for? There was a large window at the west end of the kitchen and the fading rays of the sun filtered in through the pale yellow blinds covering the window. It cast beautiful vertical rays against the sill, the long wide island and the tiles floor of the kitchen and Anna got lost.

The Shelves were two floors high and the books were arranged by color and size. It was magnificent. “Do you all live here?” I asked quietly. “Knox does,” Caleb answered. “Conrad and I have quarters on the east side.” “And Bastain?” I dared to ask His jaw tightened slightly. “Doesn’t step foot here.” Good. We walked into the kitchen. It was enormous. It had white marble counters with stainless steel appliances. Everything was polished to perfection. “The staff handles meals,” Caleb said. “But you’re free to request anything.”

Ugh, Jake. When I finally found the food factory, I was shocked to say the least. It was the most elaborate kitchen I’d ever seen. Expensive knives shone brightly when I turned on the lights. The counters were a beautiful marble without a single blemish. It was so neat, I mentally applauded her. If I lived alone, my kitchen would look like a war zone. I pulled out a few ingredients for spaghetti from her huge gray fridge and got to cooking. Once the smoke extractor came on, I started the sauce.

It was the season for them. He sighed and left the room, making his way to the vast kitchens. Someone had to keep an eye on that new cook. In spite of his fancy European reputation, he didn’t know a macadamia nut from a coconut! Why the King insisted on all this fancy cuisine . . . Ileana found her grandfather in the library, just as Kallona had promised. His head was buried in a book of chess one-upmanship. No doubt he’d challenged the butler to another chess

Today I am home alone; Kaden at work; like four important meetings going on so he couldn't miss it, and Kol is at the pack house doing fighting training with the teens. I'm in the kitchen keeping busy; I think my book called it nesting. I can't stay still so I'm making dinner; lamb casserole with dumplings and profiteroles for pudding. Omanomanom! The kitchen smells amazing! After finishing my cooking, I place the casserole in the fridge as well as the cream filled profiteroles. I start cleaning; despite having the staff around the house, I can't stop myself. ************ I feel slightly energetic today.