Chef Total Drama Novels & Stories

She looked like a pig. Chewing with her mouth half open. He was embarrassed. Cheryl stabbed the lobster out of anger, watching the two people in front of her making love through food. The lobster flew in the air, landing on the floor next to her. The sauce smeered on her dress. "Cheryl. What has gotten into you. That is an expensive dress. That was an expensive meal", Mark's words sliced through her like a knife. She felt humiliated. Waking up from her seat she dashed back to her room.

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."

Selena felt uneasy with what Chelsea told her but she needed to hear from Alex himself so as to be sure if what she heard was right. Was that what Bagdana meant by her being created for Alex? And Sathanas in Krepe's body telling her Alex is nothing without her. It was dinner time and Chelsea had just finished making hot chicken soup. Unlike the city, Edison was quite warmer but with the season, it's more reasonable to have a chicken soup that hot. In the next few hours, the temperature will drop and they will be grateful they had a hot dinner. She also made casseroles and shrimp crackers, spreading them on the dining table. After settling, she waited for Alex to finish taking his shower and

"Why! If this is what it is for... For your information, Chandra girl, you are just like the ones who have nothing to say in society. You are a slave who, even if you are treated well, you are still in a low class. . Fortunately, I have a high position, unlike you," "Who are you to have the right to insult my future wife?" Words that turned every one to look at their Head Chef in the kitchen. It was as if Chief Cook was embarrassed because he was trying to clear his throat that something was blocking it. He seemed to be covered with shame because of what he heard from the mouth of the handsome pirate. None other than their only Boss, Randell.

she calls. Zefki opens his office door, sees his wife at the threshold, and swiftly leaves without saying a word. Raceh follows him to the dining room. Zefki is already seated, and there are numerous dishes on the table. Race begins serving her husband, filling his plate with various dishes and pouring water into his glass before doing the same for herself. They eat in silence. Raceh appears uncomfortable under Zefki's constant gaze, affecting her appetite. After finishing the meal, Zefki leaves the dining table and returns to his office for the postponed meeting. Raceh chooses to enter her room and spends time watching her favorite Korean drama after taking her medicine.

Valetio after pointing it out to his chef. Despite being there, Daryl seemed not to notice Chelsea's presence as he continued to tease and toy with Mrs. Valetio. He had not even bothered to introduce Chelsea to Mrs. Valetio. 'Well, of course, he is your boss, Chelsea, and not a boyfriend.' She raged off the nonsensical reaction in her thoughts, 'I would be better off home. I would just try to enjoy the food and be gone on my way home." Chef Lou brought the meal out of the kitchen and arranged it on the mini heavily decorated table. I stared at her for some sort of solace, hoping she would casually toss me a smile that would brighten up my thoughts.

"Yeah! How could you hit him?" I sneered. "Pamela, you cheated while we were still married. The divorce isn't even finalized yet, and you dare show up in public like this? Your family used to be dirt poor. Now that you have a little money, you're out here shamelessly keeping a side piece. "You're even acting as if you have class. It's the first time I've seen something like this." "What did you say? Who are you calling a side piece?" William lost it.

Camille sat down, wondering if she should play her hidden card now or wait. Before her was what looked like an open kitchen. With curiosity, she watched a man dressed in white chef's clothing step out. He stood before her and bowed lightly. "Good evening, Ms Camille Owens. My name is Zach, and I'll be your private chef tonight." "You can order anything you want, and I'll prepare it right away," Chef Zach added, smiling brightly. At the mention of food, her stomach rumbled. But Camille was no fool, she was told she would be poisoned. So wasn't it convenient that her executioner offered her food?

I hate this man with passion… “This soup has valerian root… It is an ingredient usually used for men, a sleeping draught mixed with alcohol… But to cats it drives them crazy when they perceive it; they want to claw at anything and anyone… So definitely, someone anticipated this outcome and calculated Lady Chelley.” Cassandra said, and I saw Cassian’s face glance at me briefly, expressionlessly. I wonder why Cassandra was doing this; she seems like someone who is morally upright, though she claimed to be unbiased, but she had saved me from this accusation. It doesn’t look like Cassian was going to let me off; in fact, he looked disappointed when Cassandra expressed her sentiment. “Care to exp