Chef Total Drama Novels & Stories

Chef Tanya. The Hartley family Chef, she used to be a renowned chef at a certain restaurant but when she learned Gamma Hartley had lost his wife, she quit her job and world travels to work for the Hartleys. Apparently, she was closest with Aeliana’s mom—the late Freya Hartley.

"Thank you Yvette. You make the most delicious food. I've never had the chance to meet you, but you're an amazing chef." She gave me a satisfied grin. "Only the best for the best. I take my leave now, yes?" "Okay, but won't you eat?" "No chica, I eat with my husband." "Oh okay." She waved at me as she went out through the kitchen door and I waved back. I smelled tacos and my stomach grumbled. I ate two and washed my plate. I took a seat on the couch and turned on the TV, but my thoughts kept wandering back to Dahlia. Didn't she know Chelsea had an ulterior motive? But, I wasn't Dahlia's keeper. I wish I was though. I wouldn't let her go near Chelsea.

would you like to go out with me waitress:- thanks but. I am married and look there. the chef is my husband. I am already pregnant. chef look at Ariel so angrily. that makes Ariel scared. he is chilled by his look. Ariel waves his hand toward him. then the waitress goes to take the order of the other. loriana:- are you playboy kind of boy. do you want a girlfriend that badly

Chila appreciated the gesture; she knew the head chef was an excellent cook and wouldn't do a poor job preparing a savory dish. Taking the offer, Chila hurried to her room instead of the healer's hut to treat herself. Her grandmother had sent some healing herbs that she was eager to use. While Chila was away, Teeyana sneaked into the kitchen when the head chef was done preparing the Luna's food. She scanned the whole room, dipping her hand into her bodice to draw out a paper that held some substance. She opened the food and poured the substance in, stirred the soup, and covered it just as she had found it. As soon as she was done, a maid walked into the kitchen, surprised to see her there si

She didn't even get a break because of what Lilith did, but I could tell she enjoyed doing the kitchen chores the most. I delegated the cooking for our CEO to Miss Dahlia while I worked on the important paperwork that will be presented to Master Dryzen tonight. It would be inconvenient if Master Dryzen was not preoccupied with this task. (Dahlia POV) "Tada!" And I was overjoyed when I lifted the pot lid. They could smell what I was cooking instantly. "Master Dryzen will definitely like that," said the head chef, folding the sleeve of his uniform and eager to taste what I had prepared.

, the chef brought up another topic She shuddered, " what are we gonna do now ? I guess she's up to something. But …..you mean the company's documents ? " " Nooooo ! The documents of the kitchen…didn't you get me coming downstairs ? ", The chef muttered annoyingly The both took a deep breath after which the chef began searching for her cellphone " She wants to take away the company From this family…I know that's the reason behind her coming here ", the chef muttered to herself Several times the chef dialed Fredo's line but couldn't reach it

“It’s no longer the norm around here? Sticking to those old gender roles?” “Not at all. See, it’s not that Trev and I are stickin’ to traditional roles in this marriage, but I’m better in the kitchen than he is. I don’t mind, since I can’t fix machinery worth a damn.” Chassie peered at the pan on the stove. “But if you tell me that’s a pot of chili, I’m gonna brain you with the lid.” He grinned. “It’s not. It’s Brazilian style stew.” “Whatever it is, it smells damn good. Thanks.”

“But I am surprised. Most wealthy men don’t usually cook because they don’t have to. They can hire someone for that.” “True. But I prefer cooking for myself when feasible. The main reason is a chef has eyes and ears and I like my privacy.” “Oh, is that why you don’t’ have a butler either?” “That’s right. But, I do have a cleaning lady who comes in three times a week.” Chelsea nodded. “Try the dish. I can’t wait to hear what you think.” Chelsea picked up a fork and stuck a ravioli. She blew on it since it was piping hot. Then she put it in her mouth. She slowly chewed to get a good taste of it. “Do I taste garlic?”

“Table 12 needs water refills. Move.” I looked up. Chef Darius Vale stood there like a king in his domain… tall, broad-shouldered, late thirties, with sharp cheekbones, dark eyes, and forearms corded with muscle from years of kitchen work. His white chef coat was rolled up to his elbows. He was terrifyingly attractive and even more terrifyingly intimidating. “Yes, Chef,” I said quickly, grabbing a pitcher. The shift was chaos. I spilled a glass of water on a guest’s lap, mixed up two orders, nearly dropped a tray of expensive appetizers, but I kept going. Smiling through the panic, desperate to make it through the night.

She was just checking, and how could she expect a spoiled child like him to cook chicken soup for her? She froze for a moment before Kelvin curled his lips and said with a smile, “I let the black-of-house cook it.” Hearing this, Chloe rolled her eyes at him, “If this is considered as you cook it, then next time, how about we advertise our hotel food all cooked by the CEO? Then all the women in Rave city will have to line up to flatter you.” Kelvin replied calmly, “Are you implying to me that you are jealous?”