Chefe Novels & Stories

Author P.O.V A dark-haired man with a tan complexion and piercing dark eyes exited the towering apartment building, his posture exuding confidence as he slid into the sleek interior of his sports car. This was Owen Brown, a name known to anyone who paid even the slightest attention to the culinary world in South California. He was not just any chef ,he was a celebrity. Over the last six years, he had built a veritable empire, opening a chain of restaurants and cafes, with The Dream being the crown jewel of his achievements. His cooking show drew millions of viewers, and his charm ensured that every public appearance turned into a headline.

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“

Once he did this he stood up and threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright Jensen, you are king. Now, do you feel better? Because I can’t have you going into your meeting all hot-headed.” Fucking bastard. “Yeah, I am better. But if you ever do that again I won’t stop.” I got out of the ring and walked back to my office. I had wasted enough time at the warehouse for the day so I changed and headed back to the house to get ready. By the time I was showered and dressed it was time to go. I drove to the restaurant alone but Dillion and Jacob would be in the restaurant for backup. I pulled in front of the restaurant and the valet rushed over to my side and opened the door. I tossed him the keys a

The same chef who gave me bread and cheese for breakfast was still present, slaving away. As soon as he notices me, he grins, "Ho ho, my lad! The Duke gave you permission to sup?" I cannot help but smile at the chef's jovial attitude. "Yes, Sir!" I happily reply, too eager to eat. "None of this 'Sir,'" the chef quips. "My name is Martin. I heard about you befriending the devil horse Brimstone." Martin's voice is full of respect. "Yes, Sir - I mean Martin," I correct. "Brimstone is a reliable horse. You just need to

Not my cup of tea. I walk towards the door again. Just as I am about holding the door knob, the door swings open, almost causing me to trip. “Oh dear, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming.” Chef Chris apologize politely. He is a fair skinned, average height man. His hair is cut very low at the sides and carved neatly and his face has no trace of hair on it. His wearing a black polo with Greg institute written at the back and left breast of the shirt on a pair of black trouser. He smiled warmly at me, but it didn't do justice to the frustration hidden in his eyes.

He looked more rockstar than culinary master. Saoirse, the stablemaster, freckled, fiery haired, in riding boots and already smelling like horses and hay. A fucking queen. I blinked. “Jesus. Ye all showed up at once.” Mr. Sterling inclined his head. “Efficiency is my specialty.” Callum appeared beside me shirtless in plaid pants and yawned. “Hope ye lot like noise. This crew can eat more than a Highland wedding.” Chef Ambrose grinned. “That so? I love a challenge.”

Zoe's POV "This is good," I complimented, taking another bite of the lobster sandwich. "Mr. Malarkey is among the best chefs in this hemisphere. He comes from a long line of chefs loyal to Blood Crescent for generations." The way Xavier spoke about the chef made me feel like he was the kind of Alpha who knew and cared for everyone in his pack. I doubted Silver Moon Alpha even had any idea who cooked his meals.

He was a man who looked to be in his forties. "Oh, you didn't help him?" I called out. "Well, he specifically asked for you, Kady. I think he likes you." The chef laughed at Caine's joke. I didn't. "Ichiju Sansai," the chef said, as he revealed the meal. I was short of words. But Caine found his and asked, "Interpretation?" "One soup, three dishes." "One soup three dishes?"

Grace gave a nervous laugh beside me. "Trust me, you have no idea. This is indeed un-fucking-believable." I muttered and he just grinned widely at both of us. "I'm Theodore Phillips aka Lonewolf. I'm a chef and not to brag but I technically own this restaurant. I assume you are Chaotic Soul from the blonde hair." He introduced himself to her and I just kept blinking rapidly, still trying to process what the actual fuck was going on. He owns this restaurant? Holy Fuck! I never would have guessed that he became a chef, let alone own a restaurant.

"Oh." He sighed. "I think I'm going to be late thanks to your Ratatouille boyfriend." "Hey! His name is Keith, he's not a rat and not my boyfriend either!" "Whatever. Just tell that stupid cook that if this happens ever again then he'll have to start looking for a new job." "Keith is not stupid! He's a really talented chef. And you don't own this place so you can't have a say in who works here and who is fired. " I crossed my arms over my chest and regarded him appraisingly.