The Cook Of Castamar Novels & Stories

But I couldn't move, pinned by his gaze like a butterfly on display. "Emma Smith," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Or should I say, Emma Trent? I confess, I'm unclear on whether you've reclaimed your mate's name after all the drama." "Who are you?" I managed to get the words out despite my dry throat. "Lord Castellan. Of the Nightshade Coven." He moved closer, each step deliberate. "Your mate invited me to participate in last night's festivities. I must say, it was quite entertaining."

"I have to admit, I was relieved when she sold me. I thought things couldn't get any worse than they were at home... I was wrong." Camila's heart broke as Berezira poured out her story. "In the Big Master's castle, I got to eat better. My friend, Nora—she was the cook—made sure I always had something to eat. Nora was very old, but she was clever," Berezira smiled as she remembered Nora, her lips trembling slightly.

The maid shouted something behind her, but Nocté didn’t hear. “Maybe there was a shipwreck somewhere nearby and the victim was washed up on the rocks? Or was it a monster that attacked?” Almost colliding with a cook holding a huge basket of fresh seafood, the girl ran down the steep steps to the beach. “What a hurry!” the cook snorted, clutching the basket to his lumberjack chest and entering the kitchen filled with the aromas of spices. No matter how hard he tried to please his mistress, she met all his gastronomic specialties with indifference.

I closed my eyes to savour the taste. Scymodus was right, this was really a taste of goodness, even better than Cassio's cook back at Dawnsville. “You liked it. I told you so.” Scymodus said, with a proud look on his face. “Don't feel smug. You learnt from my cook, remember? So automatically, I get to take the credit.” Cassio remarked. “Point of correction, your cook learnt from me.” Scymodus spelt the words one after the other, as if wanting it to stick in Cassio’s head.

Caspian said, walking away to the cabinet to bring out ingredients. "What do you want to cook?" Ramona asked curiously. "Creamy Tortellini Soup with Sausage." Caspian replied, his deep voice which held his accent pronounced those words with such endearing elegance. "Sounds delicious." Ramona rubbed her palms together. "Anything for you, Amore mio." Caspian cooed and chuckled while Ramona couldn't help but blush. As Caspian began cooking, Ramona's thoughts eventually strayed away to all what had happened that day. Mostly Tommaso's words. The fact that Caspian had actually killed his parents. No matter how she chose to ignore it, it was still shocking.

I pounded on the bars of the cage, hoping someone would hear and come to my aid. Trying to piece together how I ended up in this dire situation, memories of my conversation with Alpha Dante surfaced. I had written to him, expressing my eagerness to cook for him, and he graciously accepted my request. As I entered the kitchen to prepare his meal, I encountered Vivian, the previous cook for Alpha Dante. She shared insights into his culinary preferences and offered to guide me in preparing his favorite dish.

Then I went back and met him eating already without me, he lifted his gaze as I walked in and tilted his head to the side. I sat down beside Castile instead of him. "Are you enjoying your meal?" I asked Castile and he nodded his face red. "It's really good, I didn't know you could cook, it tastes like a professional chef's food" He complimented and I smirked. Of course I can cook, I learned it while I was out of the country. Roman didn't say anything so we ate in silence, then he suddenly stood up losing his tie. "Boss? Is everything alright?" Castile asked and he nodded.

It's just a bungalow, here lives the caretaker of the rest house. I entered the bedroom while smelling a delicious scent from the kitchen. I followed the scent and saw two people in the kitchen. One washes the dishes while the other cooks. I think they heard me walk so they turned around when I entered. There was a look of shock on their faces. 'Ma'am Cami! When else did you arrive? I thought you were later, are you hungry already? We're just cooking, eh 'he said one after another ... My eyes narrowed as I remembered his name. I also noticed his Batangas accent in speaking.

I squeaked, “I'm hungry, and I want to cook lunch. I tried to talk to the omegas, but they seemed hesitant. Can I use this kitchen to cook, Castor?” “Leave the three of us alone, except for you, Iride. You stay here.” Castor's deep voice scared me even more. Iride stepped forward toward Castor, then asked, “Is there anything I can do for you, Alpha Castor?” “Do female humans like to cook? Isn't that what only male chefs do?”

We need to get back to the stables before dark or we won’t be able to see the trail. “I’m ready to go. I’d hate for us to get stuck on the trail in the dark,” she says. “Alright then let me grab the horses.” “The meal was delicious, thank you,” she says. “I can’t take the credit for that. Our cook, Miss Kat, made the meal. She is amazing,” I chuckle.