The Cook From The Canterbury Tales の小説・ストーリー

My gaze was starting to become unfocused when I heard another brusque voice ring out, "Oh my god! I can't take it anymore. Let's go get some hookers." Another man said, "There's no need for that. Have you forgotten about Mrs. Court, the cook?" "Oh, right! She's curvy in all the right ways—I bet she'll make us feel good!" The third man happily ran out of the room after saying that. Mrs. Court? The image of a married woman who still had it going for her appeared in my mind. She was the plant's cook and lived next door.

she grumbled. Vanessa exchanged glances with me and we burst into laughter while Brooke grumbled some more. "Sorry Brooke. It's not my fault they look nice," I said between laughs. "Well, Brooke isn't completely wrong," Vanny put in. I raised an eyebrow in question. "Let me explain," Brooke said. "Unfortunately, I can't remember the names of the security guy, the gardener and the cleaner but they both look good though the gateman looks like he could have a family. Your cook, what did you say her name is again? Your cook is very lovely. In fact, she's beautiful and also looks like a married woman. If her husband is as fine as she is, then her children must be drop dead gorgeous."

Aghogho smirked. “Not only that. This will exhilarate your mind as to your stomach, we have here… ” Aghogho said, pointing at Node inside his cage. “A cook!” Both the Bounty collector and the man in harem pants were stunned. “A cook?!” The Bounty collector shouted falling the long table in front of him once again then clomped towards Node in his cage, happily, “Are you sure he is a cook? You know your kind killed all of them out of jealousy,” He said.

The cook said, and Milly was surprised immediately upon hearing the word food. She didn't believe it at first, maybe she didn't hear what the cook said just now. "Repeat what you just said now." Milly told her, and the cook repeated it. She couldn't really believe it right now, she thought she was thinking things because she was actually hungry right right, she quickly stood up and quickly walked towards her door, she really needed to make sure she wasn't thinking things. She stopped by the door, and opened it and saw the cook standing there with the food in her hand, then it dawned on her that she wasn't really thinking things, but it was really the reality of things.

I urged, my patience wearing thin. After a tense moment, the old cook's eyes widened in realization. "Wait, I remember," he stammered, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he seemed to recall something. "I ran into Susannah by the kitchen door when I went to ease myself for a minute. She must have done something while there." “Susannah?” The name echoed in my mind, sending shivers down my spine. Suzy. It couldn't be her, I thought. She was my maid and a loyal friend to Alana. But the cook's insistence made me uneasy, and I had to be sure.

the head cook said fearfully. "Were you the one who had prepared today's lunch?" he demanded coolly. "Yes your highness, I was the one," she said. "Have you suddenly go blind that you couldn't see the difference between a soup broth and a stone?" "I am sorry your highness," Emperor Dean could only nod his head. "So you want to remove my beautiful set of teeth?" "I am so sorry, I promise, it won't repeat itself again," the head cook said, still apologizing.

Sure, we can say we wanted to die, but we'll be coward once we are at that point and then ask for another chance to live and promised to change for good. The worst and the most traumatizing incident that happened to me working as a courtesan is the public commotion. Yes, I was slut-shamed. My hair being pulled by the girlfriend of my customer. And they left me in the center of the street, kicking out from their car—the most embarrassing chapter of my life. But you know what? Since that incident, I became wiser and smarter, just like what I am doing now, exiting his bedroom. Mr. Bancroft is damn wealthy. His penthouse says it all: luxurious items and gold-coated silverware. Wearing his design

Dante gasped. "Mi dispiace tanto. Non volevo rovesciarti del cibo addosso. Ti prego, perdonami, non l'ho fatto apposta. Oh, ho rovinato la tua orribile maglietta. Comunque, stai bene con quella pentola in testa." "What the fuck are you saying?" "Who are you?!" Officer Keen frowned, looking at him like he was an alien. "I'm cook. Chef. I make good food. And now I spilt good food over your face and want to clean you up. Mind if I take off your shirt? I promise I won't peep at your abs, or your dick," Dante grinned.

“Cooking Sir.” That statement made him angry and he was the first to walk out of the room and was going to the kitchen. What should I do? Follow or stay? I was confused. Then the cook followed and out of nowhere, I came out of the room and as I walked towards the kitchen, I heard the voices of both of them. “Any capable woman would not allow her partner to eat the food of a cook. Why am I even calling her your partner? She is your sex tool. Probably what she only knows is to satisfy you in bed.”

I went straight into my room, and head into my bathroom as I took my bath, before finally returning back into my room. I quickly got dressed before walking out of the room, but immediately I came out of my room, I met the cook beside my door. "What are you doing here?" I asked the cook. "I'm here to call you for dinner?" The cook said, as she bowed her head before me. "How long have you been here?" I asked, ignoring the fact that she said she came to call me. "I just got here, and I was about to knock before you opened the door." She said,with her head still bowed, and I immediately remembered how I saw her hand raised when I opened the door, and immediately I knew she was telling the truth.