Stealth Health Cookbook Novels & Stories

FREYA POV It had been about thirty minutes since Steve left me alone in this room. I’m actually embarrassed by how fast I polished off that full plate of grilled chicken breast glazed with honey and herbs, roasted sweet potatoes, and a crisp garden salad with cherry tomatoes and feta. He’d even left a glass of fruit wine and two painkillers on the tray. I caught myself staring at them for a second—the guy was a brute, but he didn't miss a single thing.

He stutters nervously, “That… I brought a meal for…” “Not healthy,” Albrey Hamilton interjects with an impatient and cold voice, his cold gaze landing on Kai. A trail of cold chills courses down Kai’s spine, and his heart skips a beat. He quickly bows and proclaims, “Ah. I understand. I’ll take my leave.” Assistant Kai has just taken the first step when Assistant Hugh strides toward Albrey Hamilton, his right hand holding a customized bag and his left hand holding a document. Assistant Hugh bows to Albrey Hamilton and stretches the customized bag forward. “Boss, this is the meal sent by the old maid. The old maid mentioned that she prepared a variety of light meals that are easier to digest

When Freya, Riley, and Adrian made their way to the dining table, they were stunned to see five soup variations! Kenneth named each one. “This is a cough suppressant stew, made with garlic, heavy with honey broth and chicken,” he said, referring to the first bowl. “The other one is bone broth with ginger, turmeric, kale, and lemon. It’s an immune system shotgun.” “We also have a ‘Throat Recovery Brew,’ a ‘Mood Booster Soup,’ and a soy-based, protein-rich, sweet enough to trick your brain into releasing dopamine,” he explained. “And over here, we have steamed silken tofu with soy-ginger sauce,” Kenneth said, pointing to the last plate.

When we got there, we sat opposite each other and the head chef, John, appeared with another chef. “You wanted a healthy meal and that is why I prepared…” John lingered as he unveiled the dishes. “For the main course, you have grilled herb-seasoned chicken breast, baked salmon with lemon and dill and turkey meatloaf. It is a healthier alternative to traditional beef meatloaf.” “That’s new,” Cael muttered. “I have had it before,” I said, twitching my lips. “I prefer the usual meatloaf but it’s always good to eat healthy, you know.”

“Well, do you like your gift?“ She inquired Mason raised his head towards her and Amanda sucked in a wisp of air. His face was devoid of any emotion and she wondered if she had picked the wrong gift for him. Maybe he doesn't like it? She thought as her face dropped in disappointment. Mason broke into a smile a few seconds later making her look at him confusingly. “It's lovely,“ he answered her, making her mood joyful. She had gotten Calvin a black hoodie that had 'I am the best chef’ inscribed on it. And for Mason, she had gotten a collection of books on cooking recipes for him. She had made a wild guest when picking out their gifts from their characters. It was obvious that Mason liked to r

" Brene Brian's face was burning hot, he stared at Sweet Pea Guun's arm, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Sweet Pea Guun's strength is so great! Brene Brian was ordered by Sweet Pea Guun not to move, he immediately withdrew his intention to help, decided to use his mouth to support. "Broccoli must be soaked in brine for ten minutes first, boiled before stir-frying." "When whisking eggs, put a little salt, whoa! Put a lot of it, put a lot of it!" "When frying vegetables, there can't be any water in the pot, it will be splashed with fat." "Put some soy sauce in, got it wrong, got it wrong, it's vinegar!" After finishing a meal, it was ten degrees cold, Sweet Pea Guun was hot again with a s

There was a flicker of horror in her expression, as if she had stumbled upon something she was never meant to see. With a resigned sigh, Steve broke the tense silence, his voice calm yet tinged with embarrassment. "Can you prepare my favourite dish Shepherd's Pie …Never mind I will be there downstairs…" he announced, the words hanging in the air like an awkward veil between them. He pushed himself up from the bed, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders.

she studies me then sighs “go ahead but I do expect you to keep this to yourself, I don’t want others invading my kitchen!” “Yes ma’am understood” “good, carry on then” “yay” I move around quickly deciding on some Baked Potatoes with creamy Mushroom and Bacon inside as well as some steak, I whip up a quick cream Garlic sauce to smother it with and wait for it to finish as I clean up after myself.

Bima’s eyes widened as a wild idea took root. "This is it!" Bima exclaimed, his voice hushed. His thumb stopped on a page decorated with an image of Indomie paired with a Wi-Fi icon and a balanced nutrition chart. "Green Signal Indomie Recipe: Anti-Stalker Special!" Bima read the title rapidly. "What is that, Bima?" Riska asked, her eyes fixed on the book. "It’s a secret recipe for the Stalker Zombies!" Bima declared. "It can turn them into agents of balanced nutrition!"

We're family, after all. Mom and Dad didn't respond. They just left the group chat. By undercutting prices, Jack actually managed to fool some people and briefly gained a bit of a "market". He probably thought he'd found a shortcut to wealth and became even more arrogant. Meanwhile, we were busy finalizing our travel plans, shutting out all that noise until that day, when the news finally exploded and could no longer be ignored. At first, we vaguely heard that customers at a small restaurant had gotten sick after eating there, vomiting and suffering from diarrhea. Jack apparently cursed them out over the phone, claiming they were trying to scam him and that the customers just had weak stomac