Chef Total Drama Novels & Stories

"Georgina, neither did I. I mean, why dream to rule and own the world when no one is supposed to own it? This world and this life that weren't ours, to begin with, these were just borrowed." "You're talking religiously, aren't you? Well, I think he doesn't believe in God, given that his family is good in medicine and Science." I shrug, "Fair point well made." Aside from the pantries of each quarter, there is also the main cuisine of the facility, and that's where we went since we know it is the place where there is a high probability to see the bellboy I was talking about. Entering the main cuisine, we were greeted by the head chef who introduced himself as Chef Aldous Fritzerg, a French che

But right now, she wasn’t planning to get him into anything until she stabilized himself totally. This was something she swore to herself and wanted to keep it until the end. She wanted to gamble on her luck and life. Although determined, it did not change the fact that she was scared. Extending her hand towards the door of the apartment, she opened it. The scent of delicious food hit her right then, and creases appeared between both of her eyebrows. Earlier, Mirae mentioned that she wasn’t going to be home tonight. Curiosity increased within her while she stepped into the kitchen.

… Arriving at the restaurant, Chris found his assistant and his team waiting at the entrance. The assistant briefed him, "Mr. Jewell, it's the head chef. He added some additives that induce contractions to several soup bases last night." Chris remained silent, entering the restaurant as his bodyguards secured the entrance. In a private room on the second floor, the restaurant owner and head chef appeared nervous. The owner was in the middle of berating the chef.

Tyler paid the bill and took his seat back at the table, " I ordered dessert for the show." " What show?" I asked him curiously. The chef walked to the table with his famous strawberry cheese cake. He placed the three plates down and then squashed up his apron and threw it on the floor. " I quit." He screamed. " You senile old dog." "Is that your show? The chef screaming at the manager while he quits?" I asked. " It's just the beginning. " He replied before turning to the chef." Hey, take a seat. Calm down."

he asked. “Yes.” “Something special?” he asked, noticing the a lack of specification in her reply. He was probably used to his clients telling him to prepare meals with high-sounding names, probably in French, the à la carte cooked to perfection. They sat on the sofa, Zara and Isla. The TV was turned on to a series on N*****x. She smelled the floral scent on Isla’s neck beside her. “Who’s that guy?“ she asked, tentative. “The chef,” she said bluntly.

"You're the one making my blood pressure adventurous." "I'm sorry." She sighs dramatically. "I know." Then she smiles. "Come inside before the soup gets cold." The chef peeks around the kitchen doorway. He spots Kelvin. Immediately disappears, then peeks again. I can't help laughing. "Is he spying on us?" Margaret lowers her voice. "Everyone is." "I heard that," the chef calls from the kitchen. "You were supposed to." Kelvin leans toward me. "I suddenly understand why you're impossible." "I was professionally trained."

Isabelle Campbell I woke up feeling tired and cramped from the position I slept. I was ready for the day. My job as Mr. Charles’s chef still stands and I am grateful for it. I might have to wait till the end of the month to get my paycheck but at least I have some money I expect at the end of the month. It’s not all that bad. I was sitting inside the bus when my phone rang. “Isabelle?” a lady’s voice says from the phone.

But fuck… It was worth it. “Find out The Chef’s base. We are paying him a visit tomorrow.” I barked at Kaito who was still facing the dining room. “Already did. He owns a restaurant in Worthing. Specializes in fish dishes. He became famous after he caught his underboss selling him to his enemies, then chopped him into pieces and cooked him, before serving the said enemies food made out of his flesh. Apparently, that shook the entire underworld.” And I was not even aware of it.

Cameras flashing. “Mr. Voss! Mr. Voss, is it true you cheated on your wife?” “Who is the mistress? Is the child yours?” “Why have a secret marriage?” “Did Mrs. Voss leave you because of the affair?” “Is this why Sinclair Global is withdrawing?” “Back off!” my security chief barked, forcing a path through the mob. I kept my head down, jaw locked. Every flash of a camera was a knife. For a second, one question pierced through the noise:

BaddestTiktoker: “The chemistry is still there. Whatever else is going on, the camera catches it.” Inside the penthouse the new chef’s presence settled into the routines like a low current. Elara felt it every time the kitchen door opened, every time that measured French accent floated down the corridor. She continued the quiet work of appearing compliant, of cataloguing leverage, of waiting for the moment the chain could be broken on her own terms. The attraction to Raphaël was simply another complication to manage—one more secret heat inside a life already built on secrets.