Chefe Novels & Stories

He went ahead to go on his knees to plead and I tried to tell him to get up, but the words got stuck in my throat so I use my fingers to signal to him. "What is your name?" I said, wanting to hear that British accent again. "Marcus, my lady." Oh, okay, Marcus. I cleared my throat so my expressions weren't going to be so obvious. "What exactly is it that you do?" "I cook." He nodded. "I cook and bake and I'd be very honored if you gave me the chance to prove how good I am. I know I'm late, but I could make it up." Fuck. Why did those words sound some type of way to me?

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

"Uhmm, today's chef is not him. Sir." Jeff was the head chef of the kitchen in the mansion, there were many to help him but everything was decided by him. Xavier glared at Kim coldly and asked her, "Then who?" "Madam. She cooked all the dishes today." "Leave, all of you." "I can make a new breakfast quickly…" "Leave I said!" Seeing him hitting his hand on the table furiously everybody quickly left from there. Xavier drank a glass of water but still his mouth was burning. Looking at the foods he took a bite

When I opened the door, the last person I expected was standing there — Chef Marcellus. The Chef Marcellus. Michelin-starred legend. Known for his ruthless kitchen, poetic sauces, and uncanny ability to rebuild empires from ashes. He had mentored giants in the culinary world. Once, briefly, I’d been a student in his kitchen during my early mentorship. He was harsh and critical and demand perfection when it comes to cooking. he don’t seem like he came to offer sympathy, But more like, He looked at me like I was worth something or someone who deserve a second chance.

The waitress that I had met outside said as we reached the front of a white door. I pushed the door open and was instantly blasted with the smell of spices, seasoning, and pepper. A chef stood at the corner giving instructions in French, mixing in some English to a young man and woman. They both looked physically distressed and they seem to be in a hurry to cook. “Who are you?” The chef noticed me. His name was written on a name tag. Chef Grand. “Hello, I'm here for my interview,” I said, feeling the tension suddenly rise like a tidal wave.

Sophie was shock but how he recognized her when Butler Andre quickly did the introduction "this is Chef Ryan, he is directly under you and the head Chef of the restaurant but I guess your cooking is more superb than him maybe you should give him some pointers" That sentence was almost the Doom of Sophie Chef Ryan wasn't the person that let a challenge lying within the next minute everyone knew about the cooking contest between the head chef and the new owner, the kitchen was cleared in matter of minutes to give them enough space their cooking since they were going to make a table long cuisine, after hours of cooking Sophie was finally seated at the back seat with Butler Andre taking the whee

She wasn’t sure when she’d become so invested in him, but now she couldn’t deny the comfort she felt in his presence. "Chelsea! Focus up, we need that garnish for Table Seven," her boss, Marie, called out, snapping her back to the present. Chelsea’s cheeks flushed as she hurried to prep the garnish, expertly slicing herbs and arranging them with practiced precision. Despite her momentary distraction, she was a skilled chef—her movements swift and precise, every cut and garnish deliberate. Marie watched her from across the kitchen, a slight frown on her face. Marie was a stern chef, known for her no-nonsense approach, but she had a soft spot for Chelsea, who had always worked tirelessly, show

, Chef announced. #TBC

In a moment, teh chef of teh office canteen himself entered teh room with a menu. "what do you want to order ma'am?", he asked. I was hungry so I had to order. I looked at the menu and ordered some chicken soup with rice. "that will be one fifty rupees ma'am", the chef said. I was stunned as I looked at him. I was pretty sure that he is aware that I am his boss's wife, then how can he just direct me a prize? I finally understood my salary. I took out the black card that Damon had given me and swiped it for the amount.

He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. "I'm Mason, assistant to the CEO. The chef is already waiting for you. This way please." I followed Mason through the hotel to the back kitchens and into another area I had not yet seen. We stopped short of a door, which read the words 'Leon Knightly, Head Chef.' The aroma was intensifying. I could only imagine what it was like inside. I inhaled and prepared myself as Mason knocked on the door before opening it. Leon's scent wafted through and hit me directly, almost sending me backward.