Chef Total Drama Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 13 Celine’s eyes traveled from the massive, state-of-the-art kitchen island back to Darius, her eyebrows arching in utter disbelief. "You are going to what?" "I'm going to cook," Darius repeated calmly, rolling up the sleeves of his charcoal grey knit sweater slowly. "Darius, you literally just told me in the car that the master chef from L’Étoile delivered the entire custom menu to your kitchen," Celine countered, trying to parse the sudden contradiction. "Are you telling me you lied just to get me into your fortress?"

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.

My arm was shaking. I am a cook. Not a spy. But I could not let a master of the craft be slaughtered. The Chief Royal Chef is in danger.

"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.

Her entire body was heated under his scrutiny. “Oh, my Goddess,” Judy groaned marching over to him and grabbing his arm. She yanked him through the doorway and into the room, closer to Nan. “Stop being so weird, Chester.” Chester. That was her mate’s name. Nan heard Judy saying something about Chester being her chef at the mansion. So, that meant, her mate worked for the Landry’s as a chef. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of finding out this information about her own mate. She had always wanted to be a chef as well. It was one of her main goals and something she was studying in school.

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.

A few months later Silvia sat on the two-seater couch with Ralph while Celia stood beside them, the two of them staring at the chef Ralph had brought like a horn had suddenly sprouted on his head the moment he walked into the house. Celia was definitely drooling because she had never seen a hot chef with broad shoulders, pink lips, well-shaped lips—the kind you wouldn't want to let go of once you claimed them—and a sharp jaw. She had only seen handsome chefs in movies, not even when she went to culinary school. She scoffed at the thought.

"Come see?" Wary, but also very intrigued, she took his hand. This could either be very interesting, or very bad. She idly wondered if she would be helping to clean up the kitchen from some sort of explosion. When they entered the kitchen, which was amazingly open and large, chocolate was indeed splattered everywhere. However, there were several immaculate dishes on an island table. "I made crêpes." Declan spread his arms in a wide gesture, letting go of her hand in order to do so. "Chocolate sauce crêpes. Chocolate dipped fruit, and a smoothie with the glasses rimmed in chocolate."

Leah immediately looked away, pretending not to know Damien. Damien who understood why Leah was behaving that way immediately averted his eyes from Leah. "So, guys, this is Damien Dupont, he is the CEO of D&D Champagne," said Diana, director of the agency where Leah works. Leah looked up, surprised, CEO? Why would a CEO like Damien live in a modest apartment like Leah's? Very strange... Damien nodded, he introduced some of his staff and then started talking about the new product he was going to release. Leah's concentration was broken, she began to feel something was off.