The Cook Of Castamar Novels & Stories

“Oh,” Tamara blinked, flustered, as she gestured with her hands “It’s all this makeup for the shoot… but thank you." An amused smile graced Marco’s lips as he pulled away from the front of the company and they started the drive towards Tamara’s house. “I got a chef for us. I’m sure you’re hungry,” Marco said softly. “That’s amazing, thanks!” Tamara gushed in appreciation, the awkward silence in the car broken. “You have no idea what I feel like eating right now!”

he said, leading me into a massive kitchen. My jaw dropped at the scope of what my eyes were seeing. This was a kitchen like you’d see in a restaurant or hotel. There were at least four kitchen islands and just things, everywhere. There were also people everywhere. He led me to a very short woman with graying brown hair and a chef's coat. “Greta this is my fated mate, Emilia,” he said, nodding his head. “Ohh! Oh what a happy day! What can I get you sweet girl, anything you want,” she said, reaching for my cheek.

He chuckles, “Yes, that’s fair.” She smiles up at him, then tilts her head in thought, “So, can Seb cook? Or is he just reheating stuff?” George laughs, “Yes, all the men I know can cook. Seb’s not a chef or anything, but he can pull a good meal together.” She nods, “Is that a thing you learned for when you had a mate or was it considered a necessity of training?” He looks thoughtful,

“Just focus on your punishment, else things might get worse. And try not to get in I've dungeon, so soon, give it a day or two. All done.” He stood up. “Thanks Sam.” “We good.” “Yeah.” He help her up her feet. She stood and smile. Never been better. “Ms Elina You’ve got to serve the guards now..” Buka the chief cook said. He was the only one in charge of cooking and serving everyone in the the mansion. Which keep Elina wondering how he was able to do all that by himself. Without a single help. Maybe he had superpowers or something. But she wasn’t the type that believes in magic. Such stupid fairy tales.

Danny asked and got up immediately on the bed. "Yeah. I guess he is still there, serving the fried squids towards your father. He was the one your father helped that time," Jane stated as Danny opened his mouth widely. Mr. Castaneda is one of the oldest cooks in their kitchen and he tilted his head to one side as he can't believe that he would hear the backstory of one of the cooks from his nanny. "And then? What happened after that?" Danny asked as Jane breathed out again.

I laugh at his effort to look cute. "You're such a tease." Chef Gustavo is the castle cook. There's not a single day that goes by without wowing our taste buds, he basically can kill for any mishap in his baby aka the kitchen. He's such a friendly and bubbly fellow for a vampire, who never fail to give me treats when I visit his domain. "So it's actually true. The twins finally found their mate and a human at that. Sad times." I turn to the voice looking at a 5'11 blonde with a piercing blue eyes who stares mockingly at me. Who the hell does this bitch think she is, talking to me in such manner. I thought to myself.

Damien Castillo wasn't a man who liked sweets, surely her madam should know that so why decide to bake him a treat. She shrugged as she signaled one of the maids to clear up the table, her madam was about to create a recipe...a recipe for disaster

Raif grabbed a drumstick and took a huge bite. "So, Sir Lance, tell me of this castle that King Henry has awarded you," he smirked, taking another huge bite. I followed his lead and stabbed a slice of beef with my knife and began to eat. The food smelled delicious, and my mouth watered just looking at it. Selestra and their maid, Matilda, were great cooks. I sank my teeth into the succulent beef and moaned as its juices filled my mouth. "'Tis in Preston Village "

Beside him, a short woman with a sweet smile arranged plates on the table. "Good morning," Rafael said when he saw her, his tone gentle. "Good morning." "Pâmela, this is João, our cook. And this is his wife, Dona Célia." João smiled and greeted her. "So you’re the young lady who almost stopped the boss’s heart yesterday." Pâmela’s eyes widened. Rafael sighed. "João…" The cook laughed. "Just kidding, girl. Welcome." Dona Célia approached and held Pâmela’s hands warmly.

“Are you feeling better now?” He asked. I rolled my eyes and smiled. Of course I’d be feeling better. Who wouldn’t after experiencing something like that. It was still quite early but Primo and I decided to dress up early for lunch. We just stayed in our room until we were called down. Everyone was dressed and ready for lunch so we headed out to one of the Castelvetrano-owned restaurants. Salva offered to take us to that location since he was the one who recommended it to us. When we got there, the owner showed up and greeted Salva. As I looked at him mingling and talking to people older than him, I could really feel that the people around here are starting to treat him as the Capo.