Chef Total Drama Novels & Stories

But I got the feeling Damien pressured her to keep an eye out for me, since he's been real busy clearing up the mess Vivian made. “Dread rolls down my spine, even Calling her name made my skin crawl, how could someone just wake up and start beating up their employees. That definitely sick."I thought. Christiano has been brilliant. The new chef I've turned more or less a glutton over the last few months. Hey, don't blame me he's the one trying out new dishes every single day. He prepared the ingredients for chicken enchiladas the other day and I couldn't help but wonder in after my daily swim to sniff out the most delightful smell.

, Chef announced. #TBC

Leila looked at him bewilderedly, and he tried to calm himself, but to no avail. ‘What is in this food? Wait, chocolates? Is she trying to poison me?’ Hunter couldn’t breathe properly already – making Leila so shocked that she swiftly ran to call Butler Henry. “What happened?!” He worriedly inquired. “I… I don’t know.” Leila was already teary eyed as she said those words. He closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself. “What did you cook?!” Butler Henry demanded. “Uhm, a c-chocolate-chipotle s-sirloin steak and d-dark chocolate sauce…” Leila unsurely replied.

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

“Dinner is almost done.” “Great!” Chanel grins. “I’m famished.” “Right,” Diego sighs, rolling his eyes. “Because watching trash TV takes up so much energy.” “It does,” she agrees. “But I have to admit, I’m enjoying the drama that is unfolding around me.” As she speaks, she gives me a look that screams she knows what was happening before she entered, making me blush further. “I honestly can’t wait to see what the next episode holds. I can only hope that my ship sails.”

"Make enough food for two when cooking. I noticed James loitering outside the Aston Martin, not hurrying back to ConnectCorp. Well, he's not expected by Dario. The weight of the day hung over me as I trudged upstairs to get fresh. I stayed, arguing, after what seemed like hours of showering, putting on cozy jeans and a jumper, and folding my burgundy dress. Do I have to go to Dario's office for supper myself? I was worn out, yet his absence gnawed. It can be delivered by James. I made up my mind and went back to the kitchen, where Madame Chelsea's masterpiece cast a rich, enticing, and savory promise over the room. I thought, my mouth watering, "It smells divine." I exclaimed, "That smells a

She then starts her story-telling. After hearing their story, the two elders looks not so pleased. They even glared at her for a moment. But nonetheless, they never say a word. Chad, who feels the awkward scene with their parents, suddenly called the waiter to start their dinner. Alexandrea, and Sam excuse themselves and gone to the restroom for a moment. The food already being served before they came back. "I heard that this Hotel hires the finest French chef in the world. His recipes are the most sought-after cuisines ever." Todd's mom commented while looking at the food on their plates.

Cheryl herself decided to come, and she came because of her sympathy for that man. “I'm… hungry,” Cheryl said with a bit of doubt, “can a broke guy like you still be able to buy me dinner?” Rafael laughed curtly, “probably just a plate of cheap burgers.” Cheryl has never eaten a cheap burger, nor has she ever eaten bad food. Her Daddy hired a chef from a 5-star restaurant to pamper her taste buds since she was a child. Cheryl used to throw up food just because it didn't taste like her taste.

“You don’t get to reduce me to a body in a leaked video. Not when I’ve built too much. Not when I’ve delivered too much. Not when I’ve bled for every single inch of authority I hold in this building.” --- The silence that followed was absolute. Charged. Volatile. Then—a slow, deliberate *tap-tap-tap* of manicured nails on glass. Harper Chu. Mid-thirties. Razor-sharp diamond studs in her ears. A silk blouse that cost more than most cars and screamed *I know my worth*. Her dark eyes held a glint of pure, undiluted appreciation, like she’d been waiting years for someone to torch the boardroom’s suffocating hypocrisy.

I replied unsurely. "Okay good, I have been worried, I honestly don't know what to do. Our chef Rhoda is sick and the other chef just gave birth yesterday, The owner of this hotel will be visiting in an hour and I want you to prepare lunch for her, Can you do that for me, Olivia?" He said it too fast I could hardly comprehend it. I looked at him with a confused look on my face. He gave me a pleading look and I instantly knew he was desperate.