Woman In The Refrigerator Novels & Stories

She had seen Daphne doing some cleaning, along with a domestic staff earlier. The kitchen island was spectacular, and she tried everything, from the taps to the blenders and juicers, to the dishwashers. She wanted to know how everything worked, and she was fascinated by it all. She wondered how much money it took to fix all of it. The refrigerator was just beside the microwave. You only had to clap twice, and the lights turned on from within, putting its contents on full display, so you could know if you were interested in anything without having to open it. Scarlett smiled gleefully. She had never seen anything like it before.

I breeze past the living room, not wanting to be reminded of the earlier conversation that took place, and head into the kitchen. My eyes land on the large island with every kitchen appliance under the sun, making a genuine smile appear on my face for the first time today. Maybe I can practie my cooking here. I open the fridge, seeing a wide variety of ingredients and I nod to myself. Oh yeah, I’ll definitely spend my time working on my kitchen skills. “Master Daniels didn’t know what you liked to eat so we filled the fridge with potential for different kinds of cuisine.” A femal voice makes me jump and slam the fridge shut, turning to see a slightly older woman in a black uniform.

She asked the male chef to stir something in the cooker. "Yes, Miss Lakisha." The man answered, and a smile flashed on his face. She nodded and walked to the fridge, where she took out a bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap and took a long sip, feeling the coolness of the water refresh her throat. As she closed the fridge door, she noticed a colorful array of fresh fruits on the kitchen counter, tempting her with their vibrant hues.

With a swift and vigorous movement, the woman turned toward the refrigerator. Juliana remembered very well that she had cut a piece of melon moments before, while she was preparing the ingredients for the dish. With burning hope, Juliana opened the refrigerator door, looking for a melon that had been cut earlier. In an instant, her eyes found a small bowl containing freshly sliced melon in the refrigerator. She was relieved and pleased to find it among the regularly arranged ingredients of the meal. Juliana took the bowl carefully, checking the temperature of the fruit she had stored in the refrigerator to make sure that it was not too cold before bringing it back to the kitchen table.

I whispered as I looked inside the refrigerator. The three staff surrounding the kitchen could not escape my sight. I couldn't help but rolled my eyes because they are acting as if a bullet would come out of nowhere and hit me suddenly. Are they even sleeping? As I searched for food in the refrigerator I ended up biting an ice cube. I don't know why, but I like the idea of ​​eating something cold. "Hija!" Manang said in shock as she came out of the maid's chamber. Their room is just near the kitchen.

she replied. “Well, you haven't checked this refrigerator yet. I think there's about a dozen inside of it,” I say to her and she smiles — pointing to the refrigerator my eyes had been on ever since I felt that warm air behind my ears. “Come, I'll show you,” Andy said to her as he walked towards the refrigerator, and the girl followed him. Andy pulled the refrigerator by its handle, revealing everything in it. “Yes! This is the one I'm looking for,” the girl said, excited. She moved away from the refrigerator and approached me at the counter.

It feels agonizing and heartbreaking. I opened the refrigerator and found the amount of groceries inside. I only took out the sliced apples and sat on the counter table. I was peacefully eating when a woman suddenly went inside, probably the same age as me. We both look at each other with surprise in our eyes before she steps away and I continue to eat while watching her. “You must be the owner of this house!” She excitedly said in a cheerful voice. I nodded at her and continued to chew my food. She smiled after seeing me answering her.

“Loves? More like obsessed. Why would anyone need a giant freezer filled with lemon ice cream? How many refrigerators does he have?” “Four. Well, five including the one upstairs.” My jaw drops. “Why does anyone need five refrigerators?” She points to the corner. “The walk-in fridge is for fruits, vegetables—” I barely heard the rest. Walk-in fridge? I hadn’t known those existed. “How long have you worked for him?” I ask, taking the juice she pours from another fridge. “Ten years,” she says with a small laugh. “What?! Has he always been this insufferable?”

She eyes me warily for a moment and then smiles a hello in my direction, I nod once and then realize that I’m standing in her way of getting to the fridge so I gingerly move over to the countertop where Jeremy had just been. She opens the fridge and sighs, “You think these men could try to keep this damn thing tidy and stocked, considering they eat most of the food anyway.” Smirking I shake my head as I reach up for a short glass above my head, “That’s men for you,” I reply without making eye contact. She pulls out a Tupperware dish and eyes the contents warily for a moment before holding it out to me, “It’s meatloaf.” Furrowing my brows I glance over at the container and quickly shake my he

Stat! When I stepped into the huge, marble-covered kitchen, the first thing I noticed was a woman, about my age rummaging through the fridge. Her back was to me, but there was something familiar about her. As if sensing my presence, she turned around and a scowl immediately formed on her face. It was her. The girl I’d caught in Adrian’s bed a few days ago. She stood there in a crop top and shorts so tiny they might as well have been underwear. Her eyes locked on mine, and the scowl on her face deepened.