The Cook Of Castamar Novels & Stories

"You can go to the kitchen and see a map of this mansion. That map can help you find that room. And don't make trouble with guest Signore Moretti. Or are you going to face Signore Moretti, you understand?" Lauretta nodded confidently. "Got it, Signora." "All right. Do your job well. Now it's time to work." Giana patted him on the hand to signify the briefing was over. The five women together went to the kitchen to see the map mentioned by Giana. In the kitchen, the main chef named Severo is directing some of his assistants to make breakfast. The sound of knives colliding with cutting boards became the music that adorned the kitchen. "Hey, what's going on? Did you know that Signore Moretti wa

He bows so low that he almost hits his head on the ground. At the sound of his greeting, everyone else turns towards the door and a series of shocked and confused expressions pass their faces before they bow simultaneously. “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.” Something warm spreads over me as I watch the display of respect from the kitchen staff. I smile and nod my head gently to acknowledge them. “Please resume your duties.” I say and they head back to their work, a little bit tense and guarded unlike before. A tall man dressed in a black chef’s coat approaches me with a warm smile on his face. “Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Jeremy, the head chef of the Cryptid Castle.” He introduces himself wi

Camila asked. "No, I prefer to cook my own meals," Pedro said. "So, if I cook for you, you won't eat it?" Camila asked, making Pedro pause. "That's a different story. I'll definitely eat whatever you cook," Pedro said, making Camila chuckle. Camila then fell silent, enjoying the beautiful sight before her. How skillfully Pedro wielded the knife to prepare some ingredients in front of him, especially when Pedro started to handle the spatula to cook those ingredients, changed. Camila was truly speechless, transfixed by the sight.

Follow me, I 'd lead the way. The Defender leads Trevor up the stairs and unto the foray atop the Hut. He sees a familiar face, a well built man with a short stature but looks around his early 20's. He shows a mix of Asian and Hispanic features, His face looks bright for someone good enough to take precision shots. Defender 1: This here is the Head Cook... The defender leaves the two alone. Trevor: Top of the Morning to you. Head cook: All the same, Partner. What can my petty establishment do to such a good Leo like you?

"Listen princess.." And we're back to princess again. "If your father wants to speak to me, he knows where to find me. He visits my casino frequently so, you're not technically kidnapped." He let go of my wrist and placed both hands on the bed, trapping me in between. "So stop wasting your strength on futile escape plans and come get some food. Maria made something delicious." Maria? Who was Maria? There was someone else in the house? He probably noticed my confusion and smirked. "Maria is the cook. She's a live-in staff so you won't be completely bored."

All she could do was to tend to me when I needed her help and to bring my Mother more food and other needed things when Alpha Theodore and Luna Betty couldn’t see her doing it. “Are you done cooking, Adamantem?!” Ms. Marta and I were both surprised when we heard Luna Betty’s booming voice inside the kitchen. “Ahh, yes, Luna Betty, Adamantem finished cooking already. Please have a seat, and we will ask some maids to serve you.” It was Ms. Marta who replied to Luna Betty. I looked at Ms. Marta in awe. I have not even started cooking, but she just winked at me.

“Thank you, Miss Stanhope.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “For what?” “The kiss.” A blush heated her face again, so she nodded and quickly opened the door. The man Hawk referred to as Gabe stepped away from the wall, his dark eyes boring into her through his mask. “I need to fetch the captain’s food.” “Follow me.” After passing through a few hallways, the clanking of pots alerted her to the kitchen even before she stepped inside. The cook was a portly fellow with a patch over one eye. When he looked up from the pot he stirred, his mouth hung open.

************ Half an hour later, Aurora and Damon returned to the beach with the herbs. The others had all the props ready. Julio even built a stove with sand. Aurora looked calm and composed while Damon looked troubled. But he kept trying to pull himself together. He started to prepare dinner. Kai gives him a hand. An hour later, surprisingly, an abundance of delicious food did appear on the small makeshift table. Everyone was stunned. [Wow! Mr Dumont can cook?!] [How? Without oil, he made coconut oil from fresh coconuts, that's amazing!]

The Castellano command center was a fortress of urgency, its concrete walls lined with screens tracking Syndicate movements. Kai Castellano stood by a tactical map, his black tactical vest unbuckled, his icy blue eyes dissecting the old theater’s layout—the site of Dante Rossi’s planned bombing to wipe out the mafia gathering. The dock hit was a decoy, hours away, but the summit’s shadow loomed, a death trap for every boss, including Lorenzo and Alessio. Kai’s jaw tightened, their night together—Gianna’s warmth, their confessions—a fire that fueled his resolve.

The Cook looked up when he entered, ‘Ah c'è la mia piccola principessa, è la tua mamma povera piccola, è molto tardi per te per fare colazione.’ [Ah there is my little Princess, is your Mama poorly little one, it is very late for you to be eating your breakfast] Carlos felt his heart beating faster, ‘Qualcuno ha visto Maria stamattina, Cook?’ [Has anyone seen Maria this morning Cook?] The motherly older woman looked up from settling Alcina in her chair and placing her breakfast in front of her,