Chef

​Aria Montgomery thought she was escaping the city to raise her eleven-month-old nephew in peace. She traded her chef’s apron for an abandoned, dusty bakery on the edge of Thornwood Peaks, desperate to hide from her devastating grief. ​She didn’t know the mountain town belonged to a pack of shifters. And she definitely didn’t know she had just set up her home directly inside the Alpha’s territory. ​Kaelen Thorne is forty-one, lethal, and strictly controlled. He hasn't wanted a mate in decades. But the moment Aria drives into his town smelling of vanilla, woodsmoke, and an ancient, dormant power, his wolf demands only one thing: Claim her. ​Kaelen tries to keep his distance, terrified his dark nature and the twelve-year age gap will scare her away. But when little Milo fearlessly claims the terrifying Alpha as his own, Kaelen’s legendary iron control begins to snap. ​Aria believes she is just a human. She believes her sister's death was a tragic accident. But as a dormant Luna bloodline awakens in her veins, and a ruthless rival pack closes in, the truth threatens to shatter everything. To keep his fated mate and his new family safe, Kaelen must go to war. But to win Aria's heart, the ruthless Alpha will have to do something much harder: fall to his knees and let her choose him.

Catherine pensait que son plus gros problème était de sauver sa carrière d'influenceuse en perte de vitesse. Mais lorsqu'elle se précipite dans une boîte de nuit pour secourir sa meilleure amie, elle prend une décision irréfléchie : se faire passer pour une policière. Dans la confusion, elle menotte le mauvais homme, Damon Cross, un ancien chef mafieux redoutablement puissant. Une vidéo virale plus tard, Catherine devient le symbole d'une guerre qu'elle n'aurait jamais voulu déclencher. Le baron de la drogue Jacob veut la faire taire. La police veut des réponses. Et Damon, l'homme qu'elle a humilié, devient le seul à pouvoir la sauver. Plongée dans un monde de crime, de secrets et d'ennemis mortels, Catherine doit choisir à qui faire confiance. Car plus elle s'enfonce dans l'univers sombre de Damon, plus le danger s'accroît. Et le plus dangereux de tout ? Tomber amoureuse de l'homme que tout le monde craint.

Right after finishing a meeting, I opened a forum and saw a warning post. The location tag was our company. The title read: “Red flag! What a cheap company. Anyone who joins is a total sucker. They can’t even afford a decent coffee break.” The photo attached showed the expensive coffee and five-star desserts I had just asked my assistant to distribute to everyone. I frowned and tagged the entire group chat, asking if anyone had suggestions about the afternoon tea. A Gen-Z intern who had just joined, Julian Hayes, instantly replied with a voice message: “Boss, no offense, but these assembly-line desserts are full of trans fats. Nobody would eat them.” “A truly humane company hires a Michelin chef to cook and slice everything fresh on site. That’s what real respect for employees looks like.” I laughed in disbelief. Our company’s daily coffee break budget was thirty dollars per person—already considered top-tier in the industry. So I replied, “Since it’s impossible to satisfy everyone’s taste, we’ll cancel afternoon tea from now on and convert the budget into cash for everyone instead.” Less than five minutes later, that post was updated: “Guys, can you believe this? I made a perfectly reasonable suggestion and the lame boss immediately canceled the whole coffee break perk! This is the true face of corporate greed—can’t handle even a little bit of honesty!”

Carla, restauratrice perfectionniste et célibataire endurcie, organise un dîner test crucial pour obtenir une étoile au guide gastronomique. Le seul critique disponible à la dernière minute est Mathis, célèbre pour ses papiers mordants… et son excentricité légendaire. Le dîner vire au fiasco burlesque : le sommelier se prend pour un danseur de tango, le soufflé s’effondre dramatiquement et Mathis semble plus intéressé par la coupe de cheveux du commis que par le homard. Furieuse et désespérée, Carla décide de le prendre à part dans l’office pour le… convaincre autrement. S’ensuit une joute verbale électrique, un baiser qui les surprend autant qu’un soufflé qui monte, et des ébats aussi passionnés qu’improbables parmi les sacs de farine et les casseroles, sous l’œil scandalisé d’un portrait de grand-mère. Le lendemain, la critique paraît : « Un restaurant où l’on mange avec les doigts… et le reste. Une expérience sensorielle inoubliable. » Et en PS : « La chef est libre samedi soir ? »

"Call me only as Sir, or I will spank you hard." He continues, moving his lips down to my neck. The heat from his touch is like an inferno that builds inside me. One night of surrender. Only names. No promises. No restraint. She gives herself to a stranger who knows exactly how to take control; commanding, intoxicating, unforgettable. Until she’s summoned to the CEO’s office. The man waiting for her is the billionaire founder of More, a global meal-kit empire. A visionary chef with a flawless public image, a ruthless business mind… and the same commanding presence that once had her kneeling to his rules. He’s her boss. And he remembers everything. As the company’s marketing manager, she should keep her distance. But his authority extends far beyond the boardroom, and every order, every glance, every quiet moment behind closed doors reminds her how easily she gave him her control. Because beneath the tailored suits and culinary fame is a man who thrives on dominance and a dirty secret that could destroy his empire if exposed. She should walk away. Instead, she’s tempted to submit again. And this time, the cost of giving in could be far more than her heart. A dark, seductive billionaire workplace romance filled with power, control, forbidden desire, and secrets that taste far too good to resist

"That's where you will stay till we get married." Xander began to explain, "You will have your chef and all." "I don't have a job." She began to speak, "And I didnt get an education-" "Shh." Xander grinned, placing his finger against her lips, "You do not have to worry about all that. You are mine. You are mine to take care of and you will never have to worry about anything in your life again, my love." ****** Lunaria’s life is upended when the charismatic and determined Xander Ashton barges into her world, claiming her as his wife instead of her glamorous sister, Sylvana St. Clair. In an instant, Lunaria becomes Madam Ashton. As Lunaria settles into her new life, she is caught between the man she fell for—charming, passionate, and protective—and the growing distance between them. Xander’s mother and sister make it clear they don’t accept her, and Xander himself seems to be changing in ways that confuse her. Still, Lunaria can’t shake the love she feels for him and the belief that deep down, he might be the man she needs. But when a mysterious new figure enters the scene, showering her with attention and love, Lunaria faces an impossible choice. Will Xander find his way back to her, or is the love she deserves waiting in the arms of someone else?

Lorsque le criminel m’a attaquée et tuée, mon père, expert en détection criminelle, et ma mère, médecine légiste en chef, accompagnaient ma sœur Lyne qui participait à un match de tennis. Le criminel, qui avait été arrêté par mon père, cherchait à se venger de lui. Il m’avait coupé la langue avant de s’emparer de mon téléphone portable. Il a composé le numéro de mon père, il a répondu d’un ton glacial avant de raccrocher : « Quoi qu’il se passe avec toi, le match de ta sœur Lyne aujourd’hui est le plus important ! » Un rire ironique s’est échappé des lèvres de ce criminel : « Je pensais qu’ils préféraient leur fille biologique, mais il semble que j’avais tort. Apparemment, j’aurai dû kidnapper ta sœur Lyne. » Sur les lieux de l’accident, mes parents étaient secoués par l’horreur du corps retrouvé. Ils se sont figés, leur esprit n’arrivant pas à assimiler l’image macabre devant eux. Mais jamais, ils n’avaient imaginé que cette victime difforme et torturée, pouvait être leur propre fille.

Nairobi-based talented pastry chef Amina Mwangi leads a carefully structured, quiet life where she takes comfort in routine and warmth at her small bakery. She is secluded and harbors an inner yearning for something beyond her own existence, as evidenced by the anonymous letters she exchanges with a mysterious man who seems to have heightened empathy for her. Upon hearing from her pen pal Ethan that he's in Nairobi and wants to meet him, Amina is suddenly drawn into heightened emotions of love, intrigue, and uncertainty. She learns that she has no safe world yet. Her unwavering best friend Daniel, who has always been her confidant, begins to feel uneasy as she lays eyes on the man behind the words. Daniel takes care of Amina and is protective, while still loving her with a whispered sense of danger. Amina's proximity to Ethan leads her to uncover that their relationship is not based on shared words, but rather on hidden secrets. Her life is changing as she goes deeper into the past and her trust starts to fall apart. Ethan maintains that the truth could alter everything if it was revealed too soon, while Daniel forces her to leave, believing that Ethyl is only going to cause harm. A tragic turn of events. The delicate tension between the assurance of a love she has always harbored and the fragility of her faith, coupled with risk and loyalty, is challenging for Amina. When emotions become tumultuous and secrets are revealed, one question becomes unresolvable: If the person who possesses the most knowledge about her is also the one with the least understanding, what would occur?

Un soir de plus, mon mari n'est pas rentré pour le dîner pourtant c'était notre troisième anniversaire de mariage. Après plusieurs appels sans réponse il finit par m'envoyer un message contenant une photo de ma demi-soeur et lui entrain de s'embrasser en me disant : voilà ton cadeau, joyeux anniversaire chérie. Francis Delaunay et sa famille m'ont toujours humilié parcequ'après trois ans de mariage je n'ai pas pu donner d'enfant à mon mari. Peu de temps après notre anniversaire il m'annonce que celle-ci porte son enfant. S'en est trop, je vais me venger. Divorcer? Ça jamais, je veux assister de près à sa descente aux enfers. Je vais tous les détruire, tous ceux qui jusqu'ici m'ont méprisé. Mon père vient de me léguer tout son empire. il est le chef de la mafia orchidée, la plus grande et la plus puissante organisation du pays qui influence toutes les sphères du pouvoir. Je ne reculerai devant rien pour assouvir ma vengeance, j'irai jusqu'à me salir les mains s'il le faut. Qui pourra m'arrêter ?

When I married mafia don Paul Garcia, I was twenty-two, and he was thirty-two. By day, he was the cold, dangerous king of the underworld. By night, he was my daddy. Everyone in New Haven knew how much he loved me. I casually mentioned I disliked the ballerina competing with me for the principal role. The next day, she “accidentally” broke her leg and never returned to the stage. One night, I craved pasta from a specific restaurant. Without a word, he led his men into the kitchen, pressed a gun to the chef’s head, and forced him to recreate the dish overnight. I once joked about wanting to sleep among the clouds. He turned around, had the building of a rival family blown up, then bought the tallest one in the city and engraved my name on the top floor. However, in bed, he would exhaust me completely and refuse to let me go. Even when the doctor warned that I was in early pregnancy and needed restraint, he ignored my cries, tied my wrists with his tie, and went on until dawn. The next day, I started bleeding. I called him ninety-nine times, yet he rejected every single call. In my panic, I suddenly received a video from my best friend. “Emily, your don is pinning a woman down and kissing her at the bar of the Four Seasons in Moscovia.” When I opened the video, my heart stopped. The man was Paul, and the woman was my aunt. In that case, I’ll give him two gifts when he comes back: an abortion report and a divorce agreement.