Chef X Chris Novels & Stories

“This is beautiful, Chris!” I exclaimed looking around me fascinated. "I'm glad you like it, honey," he murmured. I was surprised when I turned and saw him blowing out his breath. “Did you think I wasn't going to like it?” I asked mockingly, "But if everything I’ve seen is incredible...” "I always get on my nerves before an opening," he explained with a shrug. I shook in disbelief as we descended the stairs of that impressive summer "house" Chris had built for his friends and went to the huge, open kitchen that was screaming for me to use it.

And Chris—barefoot, wearing a wildly patterned shirt and holding a spatula like a microphone—greeted us like royalty. “My favorite trauma buddies!” he cried, hugging us both. “Welcome to the soft launch of my emotional stability.” “You’ve redecorated,” Damian noted, impressed. “I had a coupon and a mental breakdown. Target heals.” I laughed. “What’s cooking?” Chris winked. “Risotto. Mushroom, truffle, butter—basically seduction in a pan.” Guests trickled in. Old colleagues. A few fellow chefs. Everyone had stories, drinks, and that quiet gratitude you only find among people who’ve known pain.

“It’ll knock your socks off—or maybe just your taste buds.” Skyler couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his brother’s bravado. Lucas had always enjoyed the spotlight, and today was no exception. Just then, an impish grin crossed Lucas’s face as he turned toward Chris. “So, Chris,” he said, leaning in slightly, “if you ever find yourself needing a personal chef, I’m your guy. I make a mean grilled cheese, too, you know.” Chris raised an eyebrow, a bemused smile playing on his lips. “Grilled cheese, huh?”

Ngumiti si mama sa kanya at hinintay na isubo niya ang pagkain. Sumubo naman si Chris at nginuya ang ulam. "How is it?" Tanong ni mama. Ngumiti si Chris at tumango. "It's delicious." Sinulyapan niya ako. Pinagtaasan ko siya ng kilay at ipinagpatuloy ang pagkain. Masarap? Well...I won't deny about that. My mama is really good at cooking. "Wow. Thank you! Ako nagluto niyan." Masayang aniya ni mama.

Chris noticed her glancing at his injured hand, her brow furrowing slightly as if she was still worried. “This is good,” Chris said after a moment, holding up the bowl slightly. “Your grandmother’s a great cook.” “She’s had a lot of practice,” Hema replied, her tone softening slightly. Her grandmother, catching the tone of their conversation, smiled warmly and said something in Hindi. “She’s happy you like it,” Hema said, translating again. Chris finished the soup and set the bowl down carefully. He stood, adjusting his jacket. “I should get going,” he said. “Thank you for this. And… thank your grandmother for me again.”

She pointed at her food. "Right," Chris said letting go of her hand. "Well...?" He said after she ate the first spoon. "It's okay." She replied shrugging and as if that's what he wanted to hear, he let out a laugh clapping. "Umm... Who's the performer?" She asked eating another spoon. "I made the eggs! It's my first time making scrambled eggs! You said it's good!" He screamed in joy. "Umm...Okay." She said and continued eating her food with Chris's eyes on her.

I was finally out of his lair and I didn't think that there was anything that would take me back there. “What happened? It looks like you saw a ghost or something.” Chris laughed. He was the main chef of the Donovan house and a very good friend of mine. I chuckled, knowing that what he said was just the accurate description of how I was looking at that moment. “Not a ghost, Christ, just introduced to Emma’s sons.” “Oh, I see you’ve met the famous boys,” he smiled. I watched as he expertly mixed the recipe for Emma’s favorite stew. I didn’t know how famous they were but I couldn't wait to hear the gist from him.

Xavier, who came up with Chris, heard the noises too. Both stood outside the door and looked at each other in dismay. Xavier looked at Chris. “Chris, what’s wrong with dad? Why is he so angry?” Chris shook his head and remained silent with a tense face. Then, when he saw Xavier come alone, he asked, “Where’s your woman?” Xavier chuckled. “She isn’t feeling well, so she went to the restroom.” Chris nodded. Then, both of them pushed the door open and went in. Creak…

Chris noticed Heather was walking closer to him than she normally does. “Did you sleep well?” Heather asked cheerfully. “Yeah,” Chris replied. “You seem quite happy today. Did something happen?” “Nothing in particular, just a good day.” Chris continued walking. Now he could feel the energy radiating off of Heather and couldn’t help but put a smile on his face. Chris led Heather into the kitchen. Francis was standing next to the stove, wearing a white apron overtop of his clothes. He picked up a pan and flicked it upwards, sending a pancake flying towards the ceiling, then falling down and landing back on the pan.

Wilson out of the study, she saw Chris helping Hailey out in the kitchen. Hailey was cooking and Chris was helping her out. Liam immediately saw the tall figure in the kitchen and he squinted his eyes. 'He's here as well?' "Have you finished catching up? Quick, go wash your hands and get ready for lunch," said Hailey. "Chris is really nice. He's happy to help me out while I cook and he's very good at it as well. He's not like Prof. Wilson at all. I asked him to chop some peppers for me and he was able to cut his own hand!"