Chef Lovers Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat as she said that with her lovely smile. Fuck, am I also a lesbian now!? Geez! But I appreciate the vibe I'm having right now. We both go to the kitchen, where she wears her apron and cooks. The way she moves and prepares for everything is incredible! "If you don't mind me asking, what do you do?" I asked curiously. "I thought you'd never ask. I am a chef at the Forester Hotel." She simply stated, which astonished me. I mean, it's a five-star hotel in the country!

She made some of the best meals I've ever had. The woman beside her nodded, smoothing her apron. “It could very well be. Chef Anton Lévêque cooked it.” I turned. “Wait…Anton Lévêque? From…?” “The very same.” The woman nodded proudly. “He was poached straight from Château Belclaire. Michelin five-star. Your mother-in-law can be very persuasive.” “Mother-in-law?” I was confused for a second because well I didn't have a mother-in-law.

she responded as they laughed together. "Hold on... Who could this? It's so yummy!" "Guess!" "Could be one of your chefs. Can I see her or him? She asked. "It's definitely my greatest chef and he's off to work." Stella Harris responded as she winked at her manager. Opening her mouth wide in shock, Kira Lopez found it hard to believe. "Master Chris can cook?" she asked, shocked. "He does the most cooking." Stella Harris confirmed. "Oh my gosh! These are beautiful!" Kira Lopez praised as she took out a spoon and started munching on them alongside Stella Harris.

Tiny proudly stated. Chef is the best when it comes to cooking top-notch cuisine. He takes his profession seriously. But just like the rest of the members of El Latro, he too has a double life. The chef enjoyed torturing people and squeezing information out of them. He used different techniques to make our captives talk. He loves mutilating people and watching them bleed to death. That's the reason why he is also known as the "butcher." "Nice to finally meet you in person, boss." The chef removes his gloves and extends his hand for a handshake.

He nodded and looked back down to his phone. "What do you need him for, you got me here to keep you protected," I said smiling at him. His face hardened some telling me I said something he didn't like. "I don't need protection darling." He said sharply. "It was a joke boss," I said getting up from the chair I was sitting him. It didn't make sense that I was offended by his response, but for some reason, I felt defensive as well. "I am going to go see how Henry is fairing with his army-sized meal." I didn't wait for a response before walking out of the door and heading toward the kitchen. I stood in the doorway for a moment before speaking. I remember the first day I got out of that room and

, he bowed. Alpha Leori's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Any chance I could lend a hand? I've always had a secret passion for cooking?" The chefs exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with confusion and anticipation. "Of course, Your Highness! We would be honored to have you assist us in creating a delectable feast." And so, Alpha Leori rolled up his sleeves and dove into the kitchen with unwavering enthusiasm. Amidst the sizzling pans and the tantalizing scents that wafted through the air, the palace kitchen transformed into a hub of laughter and camaraderie.

He gestured toward the chef. I greeted him politely, forcing a calm exterior. But Gerrard's expression flickered ever so slightly. He his eyes at me, confused. My pulse jumped. Had I said something wrong? Gerrard frowned slightly at my reaction before giving me an encouraging smile. "Lily, don’t you remember? This is Chef Marcel DuPont. He’s one of the finest culinary masters in France… and not just that, he was one of your instructors back at your culinary school. You even wrote on one of your social media posts that you admired him and looked up to him. I was expecting more excitement."

He slipped into the grand kitchen, and was met with glorious, beautiful chaos. "YOU CALL THIS A RISOTTO?!" a celebrity chef, a man named Antoine Dubois whom Susan had insisted on hiring, was screaming at a terrified line cook. "This is a paste! A library paste! My grandmother, she is dead for thirty years, and she could make a better risotto! You! You are a disgrace to rice!" Susan, the housekeeper, was standing in the corner, looking utterly mortified, wringing her hands. This was the "distraction" Hailey had caused. She had told the chef that a very important food critic was in attendance, disguised as a waiter. The chef, known for his volcanic temper and crippling perfectionism, was now t

I took a spoon of the Mac and cheese Mavis prepared and I looked at him. "What?" He asked when he discovered I was looking at him. I shook my head and continued eating, the food was so delicious. I must admit, he cooks better than me. I sometimes prepare Mac and cheese for my mom and Angela, but it wasn't compared to how delicious Mavis's Mac and cheese is. How can a man be so good at cooking? Then I remembered he's actually the owner and a CEO of a popular food company. "Gosh, it's so delicious" I said inwardly, munching on the food I was eating.

However, she didn't want to admit it. Looking at her seriously, Carol said, "She's really not coming." Kayla didn't even ask why Lana gave up halfway and was not coming in for the competition. She just happily clapped. "That's amazing. Today's competition is important to me. The Michelin chef Franklin Cage would be here today. "I heard he will take in the champion today as his apprentice. It's his first apprentice from Zanteles. You could imagine this person's power in the culinary world." Franklin Cage, Fleinesee, an expert in romantic Fleinesee dishes. He had valued and promoted Fleinesee dishes ever since he was young.