Chef Novels & Stories

Aisha let out a breath. " I'm not even needed at work at all... It's fine" She hit a palm on the dinning table. Dami flinched at Aisha's sudden violence. Tiana sure is a beauty,tall,light skinned,curvy and her British accent was like an icing to her beauty.Nonetheless ,Dami's love for her could have conquered all these. Maybe there is more to this than just an affair. what If??-she thought.

"So...." The man placed a hand on his chest. "My name is Chef Mastrano, at your service." He gave Lacey a slight bow and smiled. "What can I get for you?" Lacey shrugged. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. What do you have?" "You're the princess, right?" She nodded. Chef Mastrano sighed. "Well, most of the shifters like steak. How's that with a baked potato?" Lacey's mouth practically started watering at the thought. "Sounds great. Could you cook it medium, please?"

But still, Susan could teach Virginia about menus that were not so hard to do. Susan told Virginia about the simple menus that were common for mafia such as onion soup, tripes, dauphnoise, ratatouille, pot au feu, beef steaks, and many others. Susan proudly stated that she has mastered more than thirty menus. Virginia was so amazed to know that Susan could do that.

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

The waitress that I had met outside said as we reached the front of a white door. I pushed the door open and was instantly blasted with the smell of spices, seasoning, and pepper. A chef stood at the corner giving instructions in French, mixing in some English to a young man and woman. They both looked physically distressed and they seem to be in a hurry to cook. “Who are you?” The chef noticed me. His name was written on a name tag. Chef Grand. “Hello, I'm here for my interview,” I said, feeling the tension suddenly rise like a tidal wave.

I explain and he continues putting the snacks into the kitchen cupboard. With no words, I go back upstairs and continue reading. After 30 minutes I finish some chapters and put my book back to my bag. In some way, I couldn't focus on my book. I thought of finishing a chapter and then go help Hudson a little out making dinner. As I walk down he's still in the kitchen cooking. "What are you cooking?" I finally ask. "Spaghetti Carbonara." He says proudly. "Oh, I've eaten that a lot in the daycare. I love it." I say wondering if I ever mentioned that I was a daycare worker. Probably I did because I know about his profession so he may know about mine too.

he frowned and went back to the dinning to continue finishing up his assignments. Stella ignored Jace's behavior and opened the carton with the scissors then smiled at the things she saw inside. There was a printed t-shirt that said G-Chef House, a chef cap, cooking gloves and also a chef book. "Mom look" she called out happily. "I'll look at it later" Hannah replied, dishing the food already.

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 cannot stand going back to Ally’s restaurant. Eric goes into his hidden bedroom and gets his chef jacket from his closet. He puts it on and takes the bandana from the pocket. Wrapping the bandana around his head to cover his hair, Eric heads out of his office towards his own restaurant kitchen. When he enters the kitchen there is a moment of quick silence. Eric walks straight to a young chef that is busy chopping vegetables. Her work is neat and her station is tidy. He holds his hand out to her.