Chef Novels & Stories

While she stood still, someone standing next to her poked her and she looked at the young woman. "Hi, I am Shena. And you?" "Hello, I am Celeste." "Nice to meet you, uhmm... I just want to say that you should be prepared." Shena voiced. In confusion, Celeste narrowed her eyes, "Prepared for what?" Shena looked on the left and moved a little closer to her, "Mr. Weston is a picky eater, he doesn't just like any chef's dishes. There have been more than five hundred chefs he has changed until now."

Gone was the thought of Caleb's revelation on the coming Friday. Knowing that Athena Winzlet was someone who came from the top of the chain as well, I knew she dressed well. I knew that she was an international chef and a chain of restaurants owner, Cuisine De Winzlet for I have seen her profile once when I tried to search her on the internet the first time I saw her when she visited Caleb in his office.

She walked to the kitchen and saw their personal chef, Wagner there and she approached him with curiosity. “Hey, I would like to make something for Stefan, do you know what his favorite dish are and can you help me make them? I’d like something quick and easy to make because I want to deliver them to him later.” She told him. “Oh, of course I can help you. Mr. Romand is a huge fan of chicken cordon bleu. It’s a relatively easy dish to make and you can carry it there with no problem. Let me teach you how to make it.” The chef told her.

It wasn't worth arguing about. I opened the door to the cold storage room and went in, looking at everything. Today, we will have a barbecue. It wasn't a party, but inside, I was celebrating Klaus being Angel's mate. I ordered French fries, salad, sautéed vegetables, and roasted several types of meat and sausages. It was a type of food that everyone liked, so I told the cooks to make a lot. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Klaus walk into his father's office, showered, and, thank God, dressed.

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

he said as she chuckled before a waitress came to their table. "Hey, what can I get y'all this fine morning?" The waitress asked with a smile on her face as both Jake and Ashley smiled back, "I'd like some eggs, sausage, and bacon, please, with a Pepsi on the side," Jake ordered as the waitress jogged down his order before turning to Ashley, "I'd like some pancakes, with fruit, and whipped cream, please, with a strawberry milkshake on the side," she said as the waitress smiled before leaving.

I go to the kitchen. "Hi megan, how you doing today?" I ask the chef "Hi Dax, I'm good. You looking for food again?" she smiles at me "Not this time, I'm just coming to use the phone to book a table for tonight." "What my food not good enough for you?" Megan jokingly looked aghast at that. "I want to take my mate Aurora out and get some quiet to do so." "Ah and eating with the five thouand not the right setting for that." I chuckle at that comment.

He understood that it was easier to fall from a ladder than to get back up and he didn't want it to happen to the CRUZ company. Philip searched the various enterprises affiliated with his company and he found that one of them was the Safari company. He had totally forgotten that his mother said something to him about Henry accepting a partnership with the Safari company. He didn't suspect the company but he avoided them as much as he could during his time in the CEO seat. They were crafty when it came to partnership and they were also competitive, so the fact is that they could do anything to get recognized. Anything.

Lisa stood in the kitchen, staring down at the plate of food in front of her. The savory aroma of Ace’s favorite dish—pan-seared steak with roasted vegetables—filled the air, but instead of bringing comfort, it only deepened the ache in her chest. She had spent hours in the kitchen, meticulously preparing every detail, hoping that maybe—just maybe—this time he would acknowledge her efforts.

I found myself asking because everyone deserved a chance at redemption, "Why not be someone they would be proud of?" "I do what makes me happy and sometimes sacrifices have to be made. It's not like they're alive to tell me how much they fucking hate me," he shrugged, playing it off as if this didn't bother him but I could tell by his ticking jaw that it did. I didn't push the topic, though. We followed Quinn into the Kitchen where the elder Astor brother stood in his usual suit, only, he had an apron around his waist and oven mittens on while holding a casserole in his hands. He set the casserole down onto the marble counter and removed his oven mittens before pulling Quinn into his arms.