Chefe Novels & Stories

“So glad to be invited, Alpha Wolfe.” “Invited?” “Oh yeah, Chef Roberts arrive about an hour ago, hustled me out of the kitchen and started making all this food.” She laughed, pointing toward the sounds in the kitchen. I turned to Charles, my eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Who is he?" His eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, Chef Robert. He's been my personal chef for a decade now. He taught me everything I know, so who else could I call?" I shook my head. “That really…”

I laughed mischievously as he walked away. The head chef watched the exchange thoughtfully. “What?” I pushed. “Nothing,” he replied slowly. “I just never knew Adrian could be that playful.” That caught my attention immediately. “So what kind of boss is he?” I asked curiously. “He’s a good guy,” the chef explained. “Strict, though. Very strict. Little tolerance for nonsense, and he absolutely hates tardiness.” “Oh,” I murmured. Because the Adrian I had met so far seemed… different. When it reached four o’clock, instead of leaving like usual, I stayed. I waited until the restaurant officially closed. Then I offered to drop Benita home.

"Mitchell, you're supposed to be slaving away at the restaurant today. What are you doing here? Don't you know that we're open for business again today? It's a total madhouse!" Ignoring him, I turned around to plunge my hand into the tank to carefully inspect the quality of the livestock at the bottom. Maxwell froze for a second before raising his voice. "Mitchell Caldwell, I'm talking to you! You're nothing but a lousy chef; hurry up and get back to work!" Dad shot him a cold look. "Maxwell, head back and tell your dad that we aren't returning."

ASHER'S POV I took my glass of whiskey while Aaron and I went over to the kitchen to join the chef, I still can't believe that I have a private chef to myself courtesy of my trouble maker. "What's your name man?" I asked curiously as I sat on the bar stool. "I'm Benito, I am the head chef in Kings and queens restaurant." He introduced himself. I see she really likes that restaurant, I mean their food was really good the last time I was there, they are really fancy.

Executive Chef Mike is a 3-star Michelin chef, one of the best chefs working in Caleb's father's 3-star Michelin restaurants, and one of the 10 best chefs in the world. It is said that the man is always extremely busy and that people have to wait a year or two to get an appointment. Money isn't a concern for Chef Mike, and he was famously known for bowing to no one regardless of the person's position—even the president isn't exempted—so it was quite surprising when Hayden discovered that the said man was in his mansion. He never knew his friends would go that far! Besides, he didn't know anything about it.

Chief owoyemi twitched his lips causing his mustache to move in a weird way. "Nothing much sir,we have that all under control. It's nothing to worry about" Dami assured him. Johnmoore and Korede were mute,they both had a straight face on. "And sorry about your warehouse but I need you guys to do something for me... Bring him in" chief owoyemi ordered his men to bring a man in. A man half tortured was brought to middle of the room. "I'm sure you all know about Federico abi what's he called". Dami's heart skipped a bit, he was sure Johnmoore's and Korede's must have skipped too"

But fuck… It was worth it. “Find out The Chef’s base. We are paying him a visit tomorrow.” I barked at Kaito who was still facing the dining room. “Already did. He owns a restaurant in Worthing. Specializes in fish dishes. He became famous after he caught his underboss selling him to his enemies, then chopped him into pieces and cooked him, before serving the said enemies food made out of his flesh. Apparently, that shook the entire underworld.” And I was not even aware of it.

Tiny proudly stated. Chef is the best when it comes to cooking top-notch cuisine. He takes his profession seriously. But just like the rest of the members of El Latro, he too has a double life. The chef enjoyed torturing people and squeezing information out of them. He used different techniques to make our captives talk. He loves mutilating people and watching them bleed to death. That's the reason why he is also known as the "butcher." "Nice to finally meet you in person, boss." The chef removes his gloves and extends his hand for a handshake.

Jean shook her head, looking up at the sky. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I squeezed it. I knew this was a touchy subject for her. Her mate, Chris, was a wonderful chef. He was from another pack and moved to ours probably twenty years or so ago. After working a few different restaurants in the area, Chris and Jean opened up Ochoa. It was a higher end restaurant but they kept the prices low by using the local growers of the pack. It was and still is the best restaurant in the whole of the territory.

He asked. He turned to his group. "These are my envoys. This includes my three finest chefs. I also have my royal taster and my guards." Stone pointed to a tall, muscular man with a scarred face. "This is Chef Fenris." Stone said. "He is the finest male chef in this time. Some people call him the master chef." He pointed to a thin man with a very long nose. "And this is Chef Varg." Stone added. "He has cooked to a point that he can no longer taste food. Just from the aroma he can predict the taste."