Chef Hatchet Novels & Stories

I just hope he does not choose to murder me in the middle of the night. Hector gathered the wood away from the cottage then proceeded to start a fire with a bit of fuel and a lighter. He looked like he had done this many times before. He walked into the cottage then popped back out with some supplies I hadn’t noticed were in there. He was going to cook. I was leaning against a tree watching and admiring a shirtless Hector move around with ingredients and add it to the pot on the fire. Some minutes later I could smell the aroma of chicken stew and my stomach started rumbling. I hadn’t had anything to eat the whole day so he better be making that for the both of us.

Or run? Then Jake remembered Survival Rule #4. [In this world, even common monsters are tough. But every kill drops rich rewards.] With that thought, Jake gritted his teeth and reached for his waist. The hatchet-gun was tucked there—the weapon he'd traded Universal Fuel for earlier. [Name: Hatchet-Gun] [Type: Weapon] [Quality: Common] [Ammo: 3/9] [Description: Melee slashing or ranged shooting. Downside: Massive recoil.] Jake gripped the hatchet-gun's handle. The cold metal against his palm steadied him somewhat.

Halle relaxed into her seat, her fingers delicately tracing the intricate pattern on the blade of one of her new chef's knives. The weight of the blades in her hands felt both empowering and humbling. She couldn't believe she now possessed such a professional set of tools, a tangible symbol of Martha's belief in her. Xavier joined her, his eyes filled with pride as he watched her explore the knives. "They suit you, Halle. I can already imagine the incredible dishes you'll create with them."

The had separate training sessions but the same training. Tristan paused halfway to the egg, as golden flames passed by his shield. In the pause a knight attacked Trix. With subtle movements she kicked the knights feet from under him as she hit his wrist in a karate chop sending his sword falling to the ground. She hit him with the hilt of her dagger as his knees hit the floor. He landed with a thud and the two began moving again.

My tears started falling the moment my eyes fell on the golden charm bracelet inside. It had a small medallion with 'Hot chef in the kitchen' written on it, a Whisk, a Butchers Knife, a Spatula, a Frying Pan, and a Chef Hat. The charms were secured on an adjustable bangle bracelet. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen.

However, they could only afford scrapes now if they didn't want to die immediately. The party leaders lead their parties to the suspected spawn areas to catch eggs while Sasha remained behind with Zen, who was rummaging through the kitchen, assessing the damage. He found some usable knives, pans, pots and a chopping board that wasn't splintered or charred yet. The kitchen had some basic ingredients and condiments that Zen could use. However, the gamer wanted to find a mixing bowl. He had no idea how to craft the Rainbow Egg yet, but he thought he should prepare in advance. "What are you doing?" Sasha asked as Zen's butt stuck out from under the badly damaged table. The boy was trying to remo

The Deviuture flipped its wings ,and as those humongous wings rose and fell , its impact hit Chelsea and Ron like a hurling cyclone - it slammed against their backs and Chelsea felt that she and Ron will almost be thrown thousands of feet away . By the time Chelsea got her footing back on the ground it was too late - The deviuture was again spreading its wings , readying itself to pierce the both of them . " Protect yourself ! " said Chelsea summoning her double headed scythe , her most dangerous weapon , the scythe was completely pure white except for the two blue gems that were inlaid on the centre of both the end of its rod . White fumes rose from its blades and the surrounding grass slow

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“I can help him. Let me help.” Havana sat and whined. “Bring him inside.” Skylar and Havana did so while Cheyenne was rummaging through the kitchen and found a large knife to dig the bullets out and started the stove. “What are you doing?!” Havana asked, shifted out of her wolf form, and very naked. “I-I have to sterilize the knife. I’m going to get the bullets out.” “It’s a silver bullet! It’ll break apart and he’ll die.” Havana cried.

I would grow stronger and I would take over someday but until then, I needed to bid my time and watch and learn. When I would strike, the first person I would kill would be the incubator that brought me to this earth.