The Boiled One Story Novels & Stories

"What culinary masterpiece are you working on today?" The head of the chef turned to her with a grin, clearly excited to share his latest culinary endeavor. "Good day, Head Maidservant. I'm trying out a new recipe for boiled fish, but I'm giving it a bit of a twist by using a different boiling technique." Intrigued, the head maidservant stepped closer to get a better view of the process. "A different boiling technique? That sounds interesting. Please, tell me more."

“You shoved dirt in my face.” “Strategic warfare.” “That’s not warfare. That’s being annoying.” “It worked though.” “Can we eat without somebody threatening murder for once?” Boo complained loudly, unusually cranky. Nobody listened. He stuffed bread into his mouth anyway before taking four large spoonfuls of porridge. Eira stared. One eyebrow lifted slowly. “Are you pregnant?” Boo nearly died choking. AJ’s spoon clattered back into the bowl, splashing broth everywhere while Elena burst into laughter beside Eira.

Darian thought he'd fixed his story and He thought he'd taken back control But control is fragile when it depends on pretending and pretending takes work. My phone buzzed against the desk but I ignored it. Instead, I poured myself a drink, the amber liquid caught the lamplight as I swirled it slowly in the glass. I took a sip, letting the burn settle in my chest. Outside, the wind picked up, rattling the window slightly,The house was quiet, Too quiet. I glanced at the clock; It's nearly midnight and then I heard it,A sound from upstairs it was Faint at first and then a whimper, maybe, Or a gasp.

she said when she saw the drink. “As good as it can be. It worked out and I am officially his wife” I told her the facts. She smiled, “I almost cant believe it, from one marriage to another” she winked, teasing me. I rolled my eyes, “Please spare me” “And you are okay with this right?” she asked. My mind drifted for a moment before I nodded slowly, “As I can be” It was half a lie. The wetness in my panties told a different story. I was making a mistake and I feared I would make another one.

“Nothing helpful. I took another bite of boiled potatoes, loving the milky taste of it. “How’s this made?” I asked Roanna, looking at her. “It’s boiled with milk, and parsley. I added butter too.” She said. I nodded. “It’s delicious.” And just then, I felt a jolt in my mind. I knew what'd come next, so I wasn't surprised when I opened my eyes and saw myself standing on that familiar plain land which I'd transformed into a beautiful garden.

My vision was still foggy from the anesthesia's lingering effects as I squinted, attempting to acclimatize to the intense lighting, and moved my gaze about the room. On the bedside table, within arm's reach, just a stretch away, was a newspaper with bold, captivating headlines that instantly grabbed my interest. The words sprang from the page, slicing through my foggy daze with cruel clarity. I was taken aback by the unexpected headline that read: "Mr. Sherman Colton Abandoned by His Second Spouse."

he announced excitedly. “How does it go?” I wanted to hear more about the strange meal he called eggs and soup. “I boil a couple of chopped up vegetables with some salt in them. I break the eggs into the pot of boiling vegetables and when the vegetables are cooked, so are the eggs.” He narrated his ordeal with so much pride, I could only imagine what he just explained tasted as good as he made it seem. Although strange and something I had never had, I was excited to try it. If I was going to be here until my death, I may as well get used to eating strangely.

"Who the hell are you? This is Lucy's house. What does it have to do with you?" "Seriously, there are all kinds of shameless people these days." The others immediately joined in. I didn't waste a single word arguing with them. Instead, I walked straight to the front door and pressed my hand against the fingerprint scanner. With a sharp beep, the door unlocked. Everyone froze in shock. But then the same relative suddenly spat on the ground and shouted, "So that's it! You secretly changed the locks!" A few younger relatives chimed in indignantly. "Hey, old lady, are you jealous because Lucy has such a perfect love story?"

I scowled at the he had previously given me: *Bouillabaisse. A soup that until today I had never heard of. It wasn't just any bouillabaisse either, it was the kind that needed uncommon ingredients from the nearby pack or maybe two packs away from what one of the maids had told me. I muttered to myself as I strode over to the pack gates . Does he think I’m his servant or something? He enjoys torturing me even though he has all the power in the world. My legs felt like jelly by the time I reached the nearby pack.

again. They stopped trusting me in the kitchen after that...until this morning. Guess they forgot about the pasta disaster. I was handed the job of boiling eggs, a whole bunch of them. I think Nora's plan was deviled eggs or something along those lines. I sat there waiting forever for that water to boil. Seriously, forever. Eventually I got bored and wandered upstairs to read instead. By the time I caught a whiff of something wrong, it was already too late. The smoke detector was screaming. Thick black smoke billowed out of the pot, choking and awful. An entire floor of the pack house filled with smoke and the stench of scorched eggs. Every drop of water had evaporated. The eggs at the botto