Stealth Health Cookbook Novels & Stories

“And I’ve got a chicken in the oven, and rice cooking as well.” “That’s… amazing, Nathan,” I said, walking over and peering into the oven to see a glistening chicken sitting on the rack, surrounded by vegetables. I furrowed my brow and looked up at Nathan with surprise on my face. “But why do all of this? You don’t have to go all out like that.” “I know, I know,” Nathan replied, wiping his hands on his apron. “But, check this out.” He paused, pulling out a cookbook from the drawer. It was titled ‘100 Recipes for Expecting Mothers’ and had an illustration of a pregnant woman on the front.

she asked. "You're too shameless," I said. "That's nothing," Kate said. "How about the others?" "Mine will just like what Dhaile ordered," I said. "My order is one chicken and a rice and water.. I didn't have my breakfast eh," Unah said. "Okay. So two cheeseburgers, one box of pizza, one chicken and rice, and water," Kate said before going to the counter. "I thought she is a rude lady," Dhaile said.

] I was purely making conversation for the sake of it. When I returned in the evening, an elaborate dinner was waiting on the table. Under my note, there was a new reply. [What is Le Cordon Bleu?] I burst out laughing. He seemed to have been dead for quite some years. A bold idea occurred to me. I spread out a piece of paper and wrote down a shopping list. It included Australian lobster, Wagyu beef, black truffles, and caviar. I wrote down every expensive ingredient I had ever heard of but could never afford.

Olivia points out, skimming through the online shop as she begins to order for herself One-Pot Spinach Beef Soup along with Sesame Beef Skewers and Cajun Sirloin with Mushroom Leek Sauce. “I mean, she has a point,” Steve agrees from where he’s sprawled on the couch, head on Paul’s lap and feet on Adam’s. “Don’t offer if you don’t want or intend to give.” “Finally, someone who understands me.” Olivia taps on her chest above her heart, and she grabs the flying kiss Steve sends her way to smack it on her forehead. She’s brought back to her task by an ‘Order’ erupting on her right. “Yes, Mas—”

The cooks who had been overthrown and pushed aside gave each other nervous glances, their fingers fidgety as they watched their bosses tend to the burners and stir-fried and steam. Adler holding up a jar of pepper, gazed into the recipe book, trying to make sense of the tiny writing, shrugging he dumped the whole content of the jar into the steaming pot. "Man" Rune was on his heels, standing with his back towards Adler; he peered into the pot, then picked up the recipe book, "It says just half a spoonful, and here's the heat in hell," his voice trailed when he began coughing, "Man no human can eat this."

ROWAN ASHCROFT POV “While your alpha hands cook the morning meat… our animals should talk about the giant mammoth standing right inside the den,” my tongue whispers, my elbows resting flat on his smooth stone kitchen island as my chin props right on my palms. My blue eyes track Kael as his large claws gather the organic ingredients to make the one and only meal his pride says he can cook—scrambled bird eggs with wild forest herbs added to the pan. Bringing the hard topic up to his face represents a massive move for my she-wolf, honestly. Or maybe my own mind is executing total self-sabotage under the morning sun. My soul shouldn’t be allowed to feel this incredibly good in the light. My syst

If she thought she was blushing earlier, it was nothing compared to how red her face turned now. "Go on, taste the product of my hands." Axel said, pointedly ignoring her protests, and pushed the plate towards her. She glared at him, before she picked up the spoon. She scooped a little bit of broth and hesitated halfway to her mouth. "What's this?" Claire gave Axel a suspicious look. "Chicken Soup for the Soul?" "No." Axel deadpanned. "The chicken broth has more to do with a healthy sex drive than the soul." Claire glared at him. "I just lost my appetite."

“Let’s see how long your wife can endure after I come demanding responsibility. I won’t let you live peacefully after destroying my future.” Meanwhile, a completely different atmosphere could be seen in the kitchen of the luxurious penthouse in Manhattan. The savory aroma of chicken broth filled the room, tempting anyone who smelled it. Standing in front of the modern stove, Calvin Ashford was dressed in casual home clothes, complete with a cloth apron tied around his sturdy waist. His right hand held a soup ladle, while his left hand held a phone displaying an online cooking tutorial video. “One teaspoon of salt... then add the celery leaves after it boils...” Calvin muttered to himself, hi

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE: ACCUSED ~GABRIELLA~ I didn’t like how Waylen looked. His pale skin and tired eyes were a source of concern for me so I decided to make him a special healing soup. I went inside the kitchen, chopping and cutting different vegetables, and garnished it with spicy healing herbs. I nodded in satisfaction as the aroma of the soup filled the whole kitchen. Just as I was rounding up Madam Stella walked into the kitchen, her arms folded with a frown plastered on her face.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude on your time together." "You wouldn't be intruding. Thelma's going to be curious about you anyway. Might as well get the introductions out of the way." Elizabeth bit her lip, seeming to consider. "If you're sure..." "I'm sure. It'll be good. Thelma's amazing, you'll love her." "I'm sure I will." But something in her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. That evening, I spent an hour in the kitchen preparing Thelma's favorite meal: herb-crusted salmon with roasted vegetables and wild rice. Cooking wasn't something alphas typically did, but I'd learned early on that Thelma appreciated the gesture more than any expensive gift.