This Kitchen's Not The Same Without You Novels & Stories

Kanika's voice was cold, devoid of any hint of warmth, as she spoke, "Don't ever come into this kitchen. This is not your house." The words hung in the air like an unexpected storm cloud, casting a shadow over the previously sunny morning. Aleena blinked, her heart skipping a beat as confusion flickered across her face. The spatula she held felt suddenly heavy, her hand instinctively lowering it. "I… I was just making breakfast," Aleena stammered, her voice carrying a mixture of surprise and hurt. "This kitchen is off-limits to you," Kanika reiterated, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "You might be here, but that doesn't make this your home."

“You need to get a new toaster, I'm sure it's damaged now. Camilla can give anything life but sure as hell can kill kitchen appliances in the blink of an eye.” Adrian chuckles, his gaze drifting to me momentarily. “As if you can cook,” he teases. I frown, I can cook. I know how to cook pretty much anything, I'm the one that makes Camilla and I breakfast most days. “You know I can cook, the one thing I can't seem to do is find my mate.” I counter, my tone hinting at humor. “Hey, your birthday is two days away, I haven't heard or seen plans.” I add, my arms dropping on the kitchen counter.

*Amber* As twilight descends, the apartment buzzes with an unusual energy, a rare gathering that stirs the atmosphere. Hope makes her way to the shared kitchen, bustling about to prepare food for everyone, her movements infused with joy and purpose. Once the meal is finished, KC and I tackle the dishes together, the clatter of plates and the scent of lingering spices creating a comforting backdrop. When we're done, we all migrate to the living room, the heart of our sanctuary.

“You and food are different, baby. I can’t live without food, but-“ “You can live without me?” He cut off, his eyebrow raised. I shook my head and said, “No. No. I can’t live without food, but the food is tasteless without you.” I repeated my statement in the full version. “I’m a spice then.” “You are. You’re the spice of my life. It affects not only the food but my life in all aspects.” “Hm.” “Believe me, baby.” “Why are you so good at talking?”

Get out ,he looked shocked but covered it with a smile and left. Rubbish . I finally dressed up completely in my uniform and went downstairs to the mighty kitchen. Surprisingly the place was so quiet ,it wasn't as busy as it was last night ,I couldn't even find a soul . I became scared,why is the whole mansion void of humans ,it's like they all vanished into thin air . My mind was occupied with questions ,but there was no answer to any of them so I let it aside and began with my work . But I had a big problem , everything in this kitchen looked foreign to me. How will I prepare food now?

The kitchen is warm. This is what the quiet looks like. ---

The evening sun bathed our home in a warm golden glow as I bustled around the kitchen, preparing supper for the family. The savory aromas filled the air, creating an ambiance of comfort and anticipation. With each chop of vegetables and stir of simmering sauce, I reveled in the joyous task. This always made me so happy, just cooking and getting lost in everything. But tonight I have Nikki here with me. “Frankie doesn’t seem to be interested in me at all,” she remarks again. “He’s almost never home, and we actually sleep in separate rooms.”

And I smiled looking at how smartly he used that space. “ So you live here.” In the living room area, there is nothing but one vintage table and mismatched chairs. I sat on the green one and he sat on my opposite. He opened the take out and the smell of delicious aroma assaulted my nose. “ Tell me it's Mexicans.” He raised his brow at me. “ Your wish is my command, My lady.” I laughed at him. We ate quietly for some time. After eating we head to the balcony. It was surely made for some special guests. There are still some molds and broken in some places. But entirely the view is soothing.

His eyes tracked my every movement. “It doesn’t get used. I don’t cook.” “But a kitchen like this…” I stammered. “It should be full of delicious smells and laughter. It should be full of life.” Gio’s dark eyebrows quirked upwards. “Then you need to come and cook for me. You fill this kitchen with laughter and delicious smells.” Jumping off the cabinet, he stalked towards me. Heat flooded my cheeks as I backed up. “I could make it worth your while, Keeley. Come and cook for me every day and let me…”

He followed me down the hallway and into the least used room in my apartment. “She’s a complete rainbow,” I agreed. “And I would like to apologize for her…uh, rudeness. She’s really sweet when she’s not herself.” My kitchen was a lot different from Ms. Lee’s kitchen next door. The design I went for when this place was renovated was chic and classy, so there’s a lot of shiny marble and expensive wood. The kitchen counter that doubled as a bar, where Jester was currently leaning against, was bare of anything except a bowl of fruit. The kitchen table opposite had real flowers (chrysanthemums, I think they’re called) that Bea changed every two days depending on her mood. The sink and other surfa