Novel Küchen Novels & Stories

The majority were historical fiction by authors I recognised, but the bottom shelf appeared to be crime thrillers. “Thank you for the invitation, Helena.” I turned towards the kitchen as I spoke, where Helena was stirring a saucepan on the gleaming white freestanding stove. Small sections of pine units and a granite worktop flanked her. Unlike Jackson’s cabin, their island had a sink and a separate white porcelain draining board. The room was L-shaped, and in the final section was a four-seater dining table.

As bad as Calistha was when it came to the kitchen, that woman shouldn't be causing the mess she used to. In the kitchen, Aiden was slightly amazed by the kitchen which now looked different. Every corner in the kitchen is now filled with small notepads that contain descriptions of each spice. Then there were some rather large pieces of paper on the kitchen wall that contained recipes. Aiden pulled the corner of his lips slightly to the right to smile. Even though it wasn't the kind of smile that was sincere, not even a big smile, but at least Aiden had smiled. It was rare, if not impossible, for a sniper like him to smile. His cold, fierce face was far more useful for bluffing his damn foes

I bought some new bedding and some throw pillows for the room. I would have stopped there but I passed the kitchen section and the sterile kitchen popped into my head. Yes, he had everything a chef could need to make food but it was more gray countertops, white walls, and black cabinets. It felt like the kitchen of Patrick Bateman. A set of rustic canisters set out before me, old style with some fruit on them like you’d see in some Nonna's house.

I bet you would no doubt hunt for Nixx too. Lykon: *chuckles* someone's learning something about using the only weapon you have as retort. Me: Learnt from the best. I smirk smugly. I search the kitchen cupboards until i find the recipe book. Lykon: Hmm, what do we have there? He asks, earning an eye roll from me. Lykon: A cooking book? Would you look at that? I have a feeling this will be an epic 'love story'. This is only the start and I must say, you're doing good, mate.

She still intended to clear the air and call out the games he played, interfering in her life and forcibly involving even the people she interacted with - Atlas had lied. The kitchen was far more spacious than she would have expected from any condo unit, but maybe that was just the optical illusion presented by the gorgeous granite-top island counter in the middle of it. And even more gorgeous were the plates situated on top of that kitchen island, all covered with stainless steel dome lids similar to the ones that she had always used to serve the patrons back at La Dolce Vita. Jia couldn't even see what was under them, but it didn't matter. Another wave of mixed aromas floated her way, and

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?”

Damn! There were no knives of forks. Frustrated she went back to her room. By the third day she decided there was no escape, yet, so she might as well get used to her new home and find ways to kill boredom. She wandered into the kitchen. It was small but clean, with mordern cooking appliances. She was surprised to see it was clean, stocked, with one shelf full of baking supplies. Even in his anger, Nick had stocked the kitchen with the things she loved most.

Really? ‘Werewolves? Really?’ my beast scoffs in my head. ‘Er… we have a hell of book down here. We packed if up with all the stuff in the kitchen that Rose asked for. Looks like a recipe book but is about three inches thick and weighs a fucking tonne. Bloody thing is wrapped in chains and has a lock on it too. I don't think even Gwynn's recipes warrant such extreme measures to keep them from prying eyes.’ I hear a loud thump from downstairs, which can only be the sound of the book Ryder spoke of, landing on the wooden dining table in the middle of the kitchen. That woman was one hell of a cook, no denying that.

' 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.

I told him as I was dragging him along their hallway. No one speaks between us as we walk. “Uh.. Lucifer?” “What?” “Where’s your kitchen?” “Stupid.” “Hehehe…” He removed my grip on his hand and held mine instead. Does it mean that we’re okay now? (_ _) Maybe I’m just having false hopes. After a very long walk, we finally arrived inside a huge white-washed room filled with different kitchen utensils which are usually used for baking. The centerpiece light hanging from the ceiling made it more elegant and dashing to look at. It has a butcher block island, viking ovens, a brick oven and at least, five sinks.