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.

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.

Annoyed when she pretended to not recognize him at all, Dean was determined to get her back at all costs, even at the risk of losing his own heart. #7 Sir, I Think The Chef is Cooking Naked (Maxon Summers) What would you do when you accidentally caught the head chef still in the kitchen after office hours? Greet him. What if he is stark naked and currently cooking a meal? Turn around, pretend it never happened. But what if he caught you staring? Run like hell. All of these four titles are already here in GoodNovel however many of you asked: how to find these books? Since those books are FREE at the moment (it will be paid SOON so you should READ ASAP while it is free), thus it will not be sh

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.

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.

“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?”

And then she saw the books. She gasped, her eyes widening and her hand covering her mouth. Leather-bound volumes with gold-embossed titles: Escoffier's Le Guide Culinaire, a culinary Bible. She knew the name. Every chef did. More treasures followed: Essentials of Italian Cooking, and tomes of French, Japanese, African, Latin American cuisine. The collective knowledge of culinary masters from around the world. A lifetime of learning, pressed into the spines right before her eyes. She felt her throat tighten so much that she was breathless for a moment.