Chef Lovers Novels & Stories

I remember when we first visited this restaurant while we were dating. I was shocked when he ordered for a particular chef to make his food and even paid extra for it. It was when I tasted the food that I knee the reason for his actions. The chefs recipe are heavenly, the food melts in your mouth like ice-cream, revealing different flavors buried within. To please my husband and make his favorite meals, I had to go to culinary school and also paid to get chef floozy’s recipe.

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.

“Please tell me this is the call where you fake my death and fly me to an island with no screaming chefs.” Her soft laugh crackled through the speaker. “You sound terrible.” “I feel worse.” She paused. “Tell me what’s going on.” “It’s my head chef. Conrad Wells. I swear he’s on a mission to destroy me. Not my grades. Me.” I exhaled. “It’s not kitchen stress. It’s something deeper. I can feel it. The way he looks at me… like I’m not a student to him, just a reminder of someone he hates..”

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

I'd never been friends with the kitchen right from the genesis. Once I graduated from college, I kept eating at fast-food restaurants until I was financially stable enough to actually get myself a personal chef. It had been that since then, but moving to England made me realize a shit-load of things and one of them was definitely that I had to figure my shit out and learn to do almost everything myself. Honestly, I'd tried to look up recipes that would really help online, but every of those instances ended up being epic fails that I didn't want to recall for as long as I lived--I did recall it now, though, but henceforth, I didn't want to.

When I opened the door, the last person I expected was standing there — Chef Marcellus. The Chef Marcellus. Michelin-starred legend. Known for his ruthless kitchen, poetic sauces, and uncanny ability to rebuild empires from ashes. He had mentored giants in the culinary world. Once, briefly, I’d been a student in his kitchen during my early mentorship. He was harsh and critical and demand perfection when it comes to cooking. he don’t seem like he came to offer sympathy, But more like, He looked at me like I was worth something or someone who deserve a second chance.

, 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.