Chaud Novels & Stories

"What is this for?" "Claire Chiuri is a known fashion designer in Paris. She works in one of the luxury brands in Paris. I met her when I was in the US for a fashion event. I send her Anne's previous design, I also shared with her Anne's unfortunate situation. She likes the design and she's willing to take Anne as her apprentice because she will not let a girl with that talent put to waste." I explained. Iya squealed with joy. "OMG! Do you have her previous design? I want to see!"

Thank you for being home. I let myself in without waiting for an invitation. I wasn’t one to disregard such formalities usually but I just couldn’t have cared less for such a thing just then. “I’ll be intruding.” “Ah…” He watched me in confusion, then looked around outside before shutting the door and coming in. “Kakeru.” “Sorry but… could I get something warm to drink?” “Ah! Yes! It’s cold outside, isn’t it?” He said and made his way to the kitchen area.

“Vegan cheese, chef...” Chef Mauro next to me made a sound of horror. “What was wrong with the mozzarella at your station?” He said with his accent even more pronounced than before. "I don't like to touch animal products,” said the boy, looking a bit pale, "It goes against my preferences...” I never thought this week would be so chaotic with these students.

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Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”

He leads me back to the table, pulling out my chair for me before taking his own seat. "Mr Vedette, thank you for joining us this evening," one of the waiters came over with a bottle. He gives me a smile, "Madam," he says, nodding his head politely. "Tonight the chef has prepared a watercress soup, to be followed by bourguignon, and a raspberry tart to end the night. To accompany these dishes, we have brought a 2001 chardonnay from the southern vineyards of France." As he speaks he opens the bottle, which gives a decent 'pop' once the air is released. He pours the clear yellow/white drink into two medium size glasses, bows his head, and leaves the table. Behind him, another waiter comes forw

I opened the door to the small room and flipped on the harsh overhead light, winnowing under its glare. I approached the washing machine and lifted the lid. I hesitated for a second, looking down at the dark, ugly stain ruining the pristine white fabric. I knew a normal wash cycle wouldn't be enough for a deep coffee stain. I grabbed a bottle of heavy-duty stain remover from the shelf, spraying it aggressively onto the chest area, rubbing the fabric together until it began to lather. I needed this shirt to be absolutely perfect, purely clean and white, just like he demanded.

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