Chef Total Drama Novels & Stories

“She’ll love you. You’re smart, beautiful, funny—everything.” She sighed. “I’m sorry for covering earlier. But that girl is… something else. I’ve only seen that kind of move in movies.” He smirked. “Clearly she wanted a piece of me.” Chelle raised a brow. “Too late. I already got you.” They both laughed. Suddenly, a sharp smell hit the air. Chelle’s eyes widened. “Oh my God. My mac and cheese!” She sprinted to the kitchen. Simon followed, peering into the pot. “Well,” he said carefully, “I think it’s… very cooked.”

she replied, and I arched a brow, "Then why complain if you do that much?" "The CEO paired me and the New employee- A novice! And guess what?" she said frustratedly and I gave her a questioning look, "He paired us together to work for Antonio Dalino, the famous Actor," she yelled. "wow. You finally got the contract with Antonio?" Judith had worked very hard to get in touch with Anthonio for months and I understood why she felt so frustrated. "Mr. Julius has always been understanding, you would have explained to me why you needed an expert as a teammate,"

To say the least, this was the most expensive and exotic assortment of dishes Elena had beheld in such a great amount. And her first thought was the epic scene when, during the lunch, Chelsea had ridden them all in a rollercoaster and then dropped them suddenly with the statement: "Can I get the recipe for this dish?" Elena smiled. Chelsea, the wild one. Now that she is pregnant... Well, Elena didn't want to think about that now. She turned to the chief chef who was standing aside, overseeing the activities of the swift. He was a confident, middle aged man, who loved to talk about his artistry.

She made him feel more masculine than a wrestler. They reached an exclusive restaurant, a place where only the rich could afford to dine at. They sold the most expensive alcohol and the most finest dishes. The world's top chefs only cooked at this restaurant. Actors and actresses from around the world would travel here just for their cuisine. Jessica's jaw dropped open as Mark stopped out front. He walked around the car and opened the door taking her hand in his, he gave the valet his keys. He walked with her into the huge hall where a waitress received them.

She spent all her life loving a man the world called the devil. Three years into a loveless marriage, she kept hoping, wishing one day he would love her back look at her like she wasn't just another piece of furniture. Her hope crumbles when she finds him in the arms of his supposed childhood friend. The night of betrayal drizzled away any hope of love. She doesn't scream, doesn't make herself known. She slips back, turns, and runs, ready to hide away and cry her heart out, but fate has another plan, she is thrust into an accident. She survives. He thinks she died. She runs away, hiding her pregnancy. Years later, their paths collide again. Only this time, the Devil who

Gone was the thought of Caleb's revelation on the coming Friday. Knowing that Athena Winzlet was someone who came from the top of the chain as well, I knew she dressed well. I knew that she was an international chef and a chain of restaurants owner, Cuisine De Winzlet for I have seen her profile once when I tried to search her on the internet the first time I saw her when she visited Caleb in his office.

Someone massaged my back. “Goodnight, Mrs. Moretti,” one of them whispered. I woke up the next morning bracketed by brothers. I slipped out for a quiet moment, putting on a yellow sundress. On deck, the chef, Chat Chevalier, was already prepping. He was a lean, tattooed man from France, assisted by Sachin Singh from India. They were both strikingly handsome but talked only of their own mates back home. “Chat?” I asked. “That’s 'Cat' in French, right?”

​The previously warm atmosphere of the private kitchen instantly turned dead silent. Chef Pierre recoiled in shock, his mouth hanging wide open, while Albert immediately shifted into a state of high alert. ​The thick, red liquid slowly dripped from the tip of Elena’s nose, tracking down onto her cream dress, which was now completely ruined. Elena stood frozen, while Liam turned as pale as a corpse upon realizing that the ketchup bottle from the spice-rack table in the corner of the room had now migrated into the hand of a heavily panting, hyperventilating Chloe.

she greeted, clasping her hands. “Evening,” Celia said, smiling kindly. “I hope your day has been good?” “It has, thank you,” the chef said, returning the smile. “So…” Celia began, tilting her head slightly, “did he take his medications?” The chef paused. Her eyes flicked to Rafael before she quickly looked away, clearly caught off guard. Her mouth parted like she forgot her script. “Oh yes,” she said finally, voice too high. “He took them. I didn’t even have to remind him. He really wants to heal fast.”

I approached the kitchen counter and leaned on it. "What are you cooking?" Isabela jumped, probably startled by my sudden voice. "Are you crazy? Never startle someone while they're cooking, Minerva," Isa scolded me and continued cooking, with her back turned to me. I laughed and went over to her to get a better view of what she was doing. Even though I had already eaten her pizzas on the terrace, I wanted to see what she was making now. I leaned over her shoulder and saw that she was making breaded chicken with mashed potatoes on the side. I approached the mashed potatoes and continued mashing them to get the right texture.