Chef Novels & Stories

Jean shook her head, looking up at the sky. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I squeezed it. I knew this was a touchy subject for her. Her mate, Chris, was a wonderful chef. He was from another pack and moved to ours probably twenty years or so ago. After working a few different restaurants in the area, Chris and Jean opened up Ochoa. It was a higher end restaurant but they kept the prices low by using the local growers of the pack. It was and still is the best restaurant in the whole of the territory.

However, in this situation, the only thing ringing in my head was, Please don't ban us from this restaurant, pretty please. My heart nearly stopped when a short, older man with a quirky hairstyle came out from the back. The pristine white chef's jacket he wore proudly declared his title: JR, owner of the restaurant renowned for its authentic Japanese cuisine. This claim felt almost arrogant, but was undoubtedly justified by the delicious food we had.

"Well, that's it for kimchi. You can found your own combination, Chef." "Thank you, Miss. You are such a great help! But, how about the food from meat? Do you have another suggestion?" "Hmm, I thought that your foods was perfect. You can use the side dishes or a fruit juices to balance it spiciness." "Miss! Thank you! You are indeed an angel! May I have a honor to know your name?" "You are flattering me, Chef. Call me Cecilia. Cecilia Lancia. And you are?" But Adrian's smile fading, "So, you are… You are Duke Lancia's daughter, aren't you?"

Juma asked from the room. "Yes sir. There's a male chef per your request arriving in two hour who will be taking care of your dishes. He is a known seven star hotel chef and he will be able to take care of your menu without any problems. I have to go back now and prepare your schedules for the week. Let's meet tomorrow sir", she replied. "Okay, you can leave"

“Miss Mira has a certification from a three-star Michelin chef.” Mira chuckles shyly. I roll my eyes. Mrs Ford gasps. "You mean the same chef that taught Alex?” “Yes, ma’am,” Mira replies. “Monsieur Chef Pierre Laurent always said Alex was the best student he ever taught. Alex even got a personal recommendation from him.” I look at Alex and pout. “Wow.” He sees me and lifts his chin proudly. "Oh." Mrs. Ford mutters. She turns to Alex.. “Why have you never cooked for me?”

Celia’s POV It is really hard. Really, really hard trying to cook when you have a horny, caring and possessive husband making you wet for no reason. I cringe when I look for making words for what he is doing to me beneath his shirt I wore. I am making the sauce by mixing gochugaru, oyster sauce, minced garlic, and black pepper together in a small bowl to add it to the pan in which the onions, beef and jalapenos are being cooked. I am making this spicy stir fried noodles, if only he lets me.

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West cleared her throat as she walked into the kitchen and saw the chef making dinner as it was almost Seven pm. She was surprised Lincoln haven't arrived home so she had nothing to do than to stroll into the kitchen. "Madam!" The male chef at the kitchen acknowledged her as he hurriedly went to meet her at the door post so she won't come into the kitchen "Madam do you need anything??" He asked and West could tell from his accent that he was British and the way his hair was styled and his Beards were cut,his tone dripping his origin.

Medyo bahaw na rin ang mga ito. Nauo siya saka isa-isang nilantakan ang pagkain. Hindi niya maiwasang mapapikit sa sarap ng sopas. Papasa ito bilang cook! May talent ito sa pagluluto at kung siya ang tatanungin, pwede na ito magtayo ng restaurant at ito rin mismo ang chef. "Masarap ba?" bigla siyang nabulunan nang pumasok si Shawn nang may ngiti sa labi.

"Do you like it?" "Good?" he gawked at her, amazed that she would even doubt her skills. "It's fucking amazing. I can't believe Zach and Carlos had a taste of this before I did." "They had lamb curry," Natalie corrected him as she nibbled at her food. "Same thing," Levi insisted as he dived right back in his plate. "You are not allowed to cook for any man that’s not me ever again!" "Hey, what about Jamie?" "He's the only exception."