Novel Küchen Novels & Stories

She gave her all on pulling the heavy load toward her hiding place before anyone would see her. Good thing she left a minor diversion in the kitchen in case someone could open the door before she could go far and hide. Just to keep the person or persons busy and wouldn’t care to think of Ronjon. She was not sure if it would be a perfect diversion, though. That’s why she had to hurry for it might not work and they would come out looking for this famous chef. Inside the kitchen, she left the two men naked in an evoking pose.

Abbey asked with a knitted eyebrow. "Just curious…" Genevieve answered when Abbey declared, "I know you have a thing for beautiful kitchens but yeah...come here." Genevieve was astonishingly surprised looking at the kitchen, it was a modern-day kitchen with the theme of yellow and black. With yellow coloured cabinets and black kitchen marble, it gave a neat look to it. "Wow…" she stood amazed. When she settled her luggage in the room, she informed Abbey that she was going to attend her office as it was important.

Kasper asked and November flipped him off. "Y'all are nasty! I can't believe y'all will do this to the poor kitchen. I'm never eating anything that comes out from this kitchen ever again. Y'all have scarred me!" He whined. I was tempted to go slap him upside his head but, I was covering November. "Do you boys ever shut up?" We heard a new voice at the kitchen entrance and we froze. "Mother?" Kasper and I said at the same time. Shit! Hey lovelies, how are y'all doing??. I just want to formerly thank everyone for reading this hot mess of a book and actually enjoying it. Y'all are the fucking best!

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.”

He could only rely on his emperor to handle it on his side. Izfar heaved a sigh filled with frustration. *** Noel "Uhm, Mr. Noel." Rukael mumbled. In front of him were plates of various types of dishes ranging from the soupy ones to the fried ones. Meanwhile, Noel was whistling happily as he gratefully finished all the resources that he could find left in the library's kitchen. Rukael didn't mean to interrupt that blessful moments of Noel, but what was the purpose of them being in the kitchen again?

He hated waiting, and I wasn’t about to give him another reason to lash out. The kitchen itself was grand—like everything in Armando’s mansion. The countertops were sleek, black marble, polished to perfection. Every appliance gleamed under the soft lighting, making it feel more like a showpiece than a place to cook. It almost felt wrong to even touch anything. But I had to, so I grabbed the ingredients and got to work, my hands moving swiftly, making sure every step was done with precision.

Meanwhile on the other side, far from the sight of the graceful movements of the house maidens was the large kitchen sealed in white walls with complete kitchen equipment and latest customized kitchen tools that every chef dreams to lay their hands on. A man in black chef coat paired with white cotton apron fought with his co-chefs, arguing while running through the recipe of dishes that are considered as off boundaries to prepare or worst it'll cast a misfortune to whomever dares to serve these shouldn't-be-mentioned-dishes that are blacklisted due to their youngest master's hard to please taste buds.

“Very well my lady. Is there anything I can assist you with?” I contemplate Celine's offer a bit before shaking my head, and sending her off with a soft smile. “It's alright, you go see the rest of the workers,” I tell her and she nods, sparing me one last uneasy glance before leaving the kitchen. Once she's gone, I clap my hands and tighten the apron around my waist, taking a cursory glance around the kitchen. The kitchen in the Shield mansion was a sight to behold. It was spacious, with gleaming marble countertops that stretched along the walls, catching the light and reflecting it in a dazzling display. The appliances were all state-of-the-art stainless steel, each one a testament to luxu

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.

“So out of line. I need the title of your decorator—not for my perusing list, but for racks like this.” “That would be my carpenter. I’ll get you one of his cards. Come on. Kitchen’s this way.” His kitchen was noteworthy for a man who claimed not to cook. He’d set the table with white dishes and cloth napkins. As he unloaded boxes of nourishment, she analyzed the different surfaces—hard stone counters, cold porcelain tile… Possibly sex in a kitchen wasn’t all it was broken up to be. “Did you have a difficult time getting out of the house?”