Stealth Health Cookbook Novels & Stories

“Here. You may as well make yourself useful.” He laughed but took the potatoes and stepped back again. I walked through the store, past the refrigerated section, and looked at the meats. Freshly packaged steaks were in the cooler, so I took out a package. They were thick and looked luscious, making my wolf’s mouth water. I was going to have to go hunting soon. It had been a while. My wolf started panting happily. I walked around the store and then came to the cookbooks. I opened a white one with recipes of everything from dinners to desserts and started perusing it, looking over the recipes.

He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.

Never think your father is a coward. I know life would be hard for you, but I don't want you to think you're alone. Get my recipe book within the tree that clung at the wall of our house. There's a big root that entered our house and you'll find a hole in the lower part of the root. Inside, you can find the book and some cash I stash away as your university fund. Use that money and start a new life. Believe in yourself, you're an excellent cook and better than me. With my recipe book, I'm with you always.

he frowned and went back to the dinning to continue finishing up his assignments. Stella ignored Jace's behavior and opened the carton with the scissors then smiled at the things she saw inside. There was a printed t-shirt that said G-Chef House, a chef cap, cooking gloves and also a chef book. "Mom look" she called out happily. "I'll look at it later" Hannah replied, dishing the food already.

Mom scolded as she walked and caught me in the middle of my thoughts, taking the wooden spoon and stirring the soup. “Why don’t you just get one of the staff to make the soup? Isn’t this stressful for you?” I questioned, trying to deduce what I could from her answers. “Steve likes my soup. He has learned to prefer it over everyone else’s, and I have to prioritize his health. Did you know that his symptoms are back? Just yesterday on the business trip we took, he kept breaking out into a cold sweat, and his hands were trembling.” Her face fell when she turned around to look at me and see if I was getting what she was trying to say.

The car shot forward. … “Coo-coo-coo…” Just as Harper’s nerves settled, a familiar metallic laughter echoed from the car’s audio system. It was… AI Doc! Sure enough, the childlike, mechanical voice filled the car. “Methods for nutritious meal preparation include stir-frying, roasting, steaming, braising, boiling, frying, and cold dishes. Balanced nutrition is crucial. Also, AI Doctor reminds Miss Harper that cannibalism is illegal, and Young Master is not lean meat—health and nutrition are uncertain…”

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.

She rolled her eyes at him and he laughed again. “But honestly, it's a mix of different herbs and spices that I found in my mum's old cookbook.” He answered. “I heard it is good for the health as well.” He added and Veronica smiled, grateful to him. “Wow. That means your mum knows how to cook really well.” She mentioned. He sighed, “Yes, she was a great cook.” Hearing this and realizing what Steve's statement meant, Veronica dropped her spoon and stopped eating. “Is she…?”

Blaise stood close enough that our shoulders met, his golden eyes bright and glowing, his hand finding the small of my back and holding steady. Michael cleared his throat. “Kitchen’s ready,” he announced, deadpan to cover his own emotion. “Brisket, grilled steak potatoes with herbs, potato salad, peas, rolls, honey cakes, pies and ice-cold milk.” Laughter broke the spell in the best way. People moved, practical magic taking over. Someone lifted the stroller out of the cargo area. Someone else brought a blanket with foxes on it that Beth claimed immediately. Alpha’s personal maid slipped a tiny knitted hat over Storm’s soft hair, the pom at the top bobbing like a brave little banner.