Novel & Cerita Kitchen House Book

The moment I stepped inside, the sheer chaos of the house hit me. Piles of books were strewn across the living room like someone had overturned a library. Dried herbs littered the floor, crunching under my shoes. The air smelled thick and heavy with something unidentifiable, something pungent and fermented. It was like walking into another world, one that wasn’t my home. And then I stepped into the kitchen. My stomach lurched. In the dishes, on the counters, in small bowls—heaps of insect carcasses. Their tiny, shriveled bodies lay in a grotesque display, their presence unnatural, wrong.

she said, juggling the books to pull the key from her purse and unlock the door. It was a modest two-story brick house with a little porch attached to it. It was not our packhouse or anything but seemed cozy enough. She pushed the door open wide to allow me to pass before closing it behind her. “Where do you want me to sit these?” I asked, raising up the stack of books in my arms. “Right this way,” she said and led me to the mahogany table in the kitchen.

An ordinary housekeeper? It seemed like my brain had begun to spin erratically inside my skull. Oh, good heavens! What in the world is the matter with him? Why does he want to marry a weird woman he met by chance a few hours ago?

I forgot that I had nothing to eat last night and this morning. I am the only one in this huge kitchen. I don’t know where the helpers are. After I took medicine, the maid left me earlier, just like what her Master ordered her. The kitchen was made with marbles that spelled luxury while there’s a sleek veined organic pattern across a countertop, front cabinets, and a long lineup of kitchen bar tools. This place was designed only for four people having a meal with a contrast of black and white. When I turned around, I could see the outside separated by patio doors. There’s a pine tree in the middle, which looks like a backyard. The scenery is enjoyable when eating a meal.

He had a warm smile on his face, as he gave her a gentle pat on her shoulder. Ruby laughed lightly as they approached the kitchen. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you well in advance." "Warning noted." As they walked into the massive, fully equipped kitchen Ruby gasped beside him. "This is your kitchen!" Roth shrugged. It looked like any other kitchen to him. "Your kitchen, if you want the job." Remembering the large library of cookbooks in cabinet over the sink he brushed past her and retrieved roughly a dozen of them. Carrying them over to the sit-down breakfast bar he plunked them down. "And this will be your homework."

For one, I think I’m the only slave in the household (besides the occasional gardener hired to come once a week), and another thing is that the mansion was just too big that I think it took up almost a block in the neighborhood. I dusted shelves, vacuumed carpets, and wiped a gazillion windows until the sun was setting. If work did not hold him back, Dylan would be home in around an hour, so I prepped the kitchen to come up with dinner. I wouldn’t say that I’m good at cooking, but fortunately, I found a cooking book lying around one time while cleaning and was allowed to take it, so I made more than decent meals so far.

/Meelah’s POV/ “If the butler mentioned earlier that he asked the kitchen to make variety of dishes so that Brian and I can select according to our preference, why is there no trace of someone cooking in the kitchen?” I stop to ask myself “Mrs Kings” Brian lets out in his deep voice that startles me with his hot breath fanning my neck and making me wonder how and when he got close to me. “I know that this house is mesmerizingly beautiful, but if you keep on drooling at the beautiful kitchen, when will we be able to check out the other features in the house?” Brian remarks proudly making me roll my eyes at him

She didn’t want Calvin witnessing another chapter of her black history. Calvin smirked, but didn’t push. “No rush. Take your time.” He casually stepped across the spacious hall to the bookshelf that opened with a light touch, pulled out a hardcover English book, and flipped to the title page. His eyes skimmed the words, but his mind wasn’t on the text. Within earshot, the sounds of cooking reached him from the kitchen: the fire being lit, oil heating, and the batter hitting the pan with a loud sizzle.

Chapter 11 --- As Christian stepped into the foyer of his mansion, the familiar scent of home enveloped him, a comforting embrace after a long day. He loosened his tie with a sigh of relief, the tension of the day melting away with each step he took. In the spacious kitchen, the soft glow of overhead lights illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance over the gleaming countertops. There, amidst the aroma of simmering sauces and roasting vegetables, Antonia moved with practiced grace, her culinary expertise on full display.