The Cook Of Castamar Novels & Stories

“I’m sure there would be a lynch mob after you if I spread the word of your activities tonight.” Her lips trembled and I almost felt sorry for her, “You’re a Castello. I can’t be seen with you,” she whispered frantically, her eyes darting around as if she were looking for someone. The waiter. He had to be in on this ploy of hers, maybe he was her handler. “I am the Castello,” I responded harshly, pressing her more firmly against the wall. “I am Enzo Castello, head of the Castello family.” Her pale blue eyes widened, but not with fear, and my body reacted to her in a way which was almost foreign to me. Before I could stop myself, I kissed her.

Leaving her waiting would be the greater offense, right? The door beeped and I pulled it open with a ready smile. Her own dropped. “Who the hell are you?” All traces of her earlier sweetness were drained away. “Hello. I’m Coraline, Mr. Castelli’s new cook.” She eyed me up and down before stepping in, her high heels clacking on the vinyl flooring of the entryway. “Alessio,” she called out with a slight Spanish accent, her voice a high trill. “Ale darling, I’m here.”

Solider Martin said taking bite of his spicy pork. “You are lucky to have such sister, who can cook so well, I wish… one day I’ll have a wife like her who can cook me delicious meal like this” he added and I clenched my fist in bal. ‘This Damm women dared to introduced me as her brother, I’ll make sure that she pays for it’ I thought to myself and continued to shove down all food that she served me. It was almost late in afternoon when Jasmine finished washing and cleaning utensils, once everything was done we both wore our cape and left with solider martin that was here to take us with him to castle for attending ‘Royal Conference’.

I at least knew what it was hence we’ve had meat, chicken, and fish barbecue about 3 times at the castle, Mathew was always in charge of grilling and marinating which was probably the whole work while Valencia and Arianna prepared the sides while I only did the salad. It turned out to be a nice bonding time for everyone and I always made sure Maddy was there because I took her as my friend and I saw a bit of my past self in her, the only difference was that she was treated much better and had a much stronger resolve than I ever could. “Does it taste as good as Mathew’s?” I asked as I observed him gawking at the food, a hesitant expression on his facial features. “I’ve not tasted it to find o

There was no doubt that I'd replicate everything I had done there. "According to the roaster, we would be having chicken marsala and spaghetti. That's the Capo's favorite food and he likes it spicy. Don't forget that." She said and I nodded, secretly happy that Matteo was coming for dinner. I wanted to see him up close. "I'll lead you to your room so that you can drop your things. In ten minutes you should be in the kitchen so you can meet up on time." Thirty minutes, I was done cooking and serving the meal on several fancy ceramic chinaware.

By,Tamar writes 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ********* She walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen. Things have been quite boring now that she isn't longer a maid so she goes to the kitchen to help. "Boss Lady!!" The maids bowed when she walked in. "C'mon I already told you guys to stop calling me that" Amour said. "Where's CoCo" Amour asked. "Since she left with Sir Viper, we haven't seen her" One of the maids said and Amour smirked naughtily

I showered quickly and put on a yellow sundress over my gold bathing suit. The world-renowned chef was still on board and we were still traversing the open seas. I ate at a bar on deck. It was covered so I was in the shade but the sea breeze had easy access to whip my curls about. It was refreshing. The chef was named Chef Elsai and was from Toures, a town in London, UK. He was a tall, lean lycan with powerful looking biceps. He had a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm but only one tattoo in the shape of a band around his right wrist. Upon closer inspection, the band had two girls' names in cursive drawn all the way around.

“Please pardon me. My excitement got the best of me. I was just so happy to see you. You are as lovely as the guards said! My name is Suzanna. I am the cook in this house. And these two gentlemen here are Sir Luther’s guards which will be in charge of keeping you safe from now on along with Mark.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’m Ruben,” the one with a goatee said. “And this guy is Carlos.” “We will serve you with the best of our ability from today onwards, Ma’am. You can trust us,” Carlos told me with a shy smile. “I see. Thank you,” I said in a dismissive tone. It seemed that the house radiated warmth not only because of its style, of its surroundings, but because of its people, to

"It’s very hot, Captain. I’ll step outside for a moment." "Go ahead." Heitor left the tent. Rotten Smile emerged from the shadows and grabbed his wrist tightly. "What’s with all this sweat, lad? I bet you were admiring the captain naked. You don’t fool me." Heitor remained silent. Rotten Smile released him with a laugh and walked away. The young man tried to keep busy. He approached the cook. "Can I help?" "Ahoy, sailor! Can you cook?" "Very well." "Then show us what you can do."

I still didn’t have any faith that he could actually cook though. “Cazuela.” I announced. “Is that all?” Hmm. He sounded so confident. “And Pastel de Papa, and some humitas.” He nodded, curtly at me and then started bringing out some ingredients. I sat on a stool on the kitchen island as I watched him cook. In no time, it felt like I was in a trance. A very mesmerizing trance. I was barely getting used to the sexiness this man oozes on a norm but nothing prepared me to how sexy he was as he cooked.