Chevalier Michel Novels & Stories

he murmured. "But, what the fuck?” I snapped, taking the plate out of my sight, "Didn't you take notes yesterday when we went through the fermentation process? I think you signed up to be a gastronomic pro, who knows the correct process to produce the dishes your customers ask for. Do you think I would order this in a Michelin restaurant?” “No, chef, but―” “What is this?” I interrupted him again, detailing more closely what I had ingested. “Vegan cheese, chef...”

He gave her an honest opinion. "Time will tell! I like people who aren't afraid of speaking their minds! It is much helpful!" Alexa commented, shrugging her shoulders. Time went by and just after lunch, someone knocked on the dining-room door and asked permission to enter, it was Michel, he was covered in mud and leaves, some splatter of blood was visible, Flora and Charles were in the room when this happened and their disgusted look was visible, "Is that a way of presenting yourselves at the Queen?" Asked Charles, who were more visible offended. Behind Michel came the rest of the team, and a woman, probably the wife of Michel as he requested, she was a short woman, pale of skin, red hair li

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

“Who are you?” “Nox Chevalier.” Her heart skipped a beat. Here she was in front of her soulmate, and this was Nox Chevalier… the Lord Chevalier of the fourth manor! But there was something wrong about it. Something missing. ‘There’s an important I should be doing…’

Crisobal replied, and as if summoned by his words, Commander Duche stepped forward from the crowd, a thin smile curved his lips the moment he spotted them–the kind that never reached his eyes. “Well, if it isn’t Alpha Micah,” he said, his voice low. “Still barking for your little pet monster?” Delilah stepped forward, her hand in the air, but caught by Micah. The guards trailing Duche were in the middle of unsheathing their swords when Duche stopped them. “Call my daughter that again and I will cut out your tongue,” Delilah snapped. Duche’s face twitched. “You dare raise a hand to me. I am the King’s cousin and could have you beheaded.”

"And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!" A knight rises from his chair with another honest gentleman his age, an Italian of his Florentine origins, but a worthy knight of Henry born in Milan and coming when he was little with his parents in London, was Michael de Pylade , a strong man with steely arms spun a mace of struggle like the straw doll of a miller's child, and said in a hoarse voice: "You show your ma

Butler spoke "Trying to keep me safe, it doesn't seem like that' Michel mumbled under her breath as he remembered the cold and aloof father from a while ago. "Okay, but do I get to drive that?" Michel Jerked all the useless thoughts out of his mind and asked the butler his most awaited question. "What?" the butler was confused for a second but when he traced Michel's gaze he answered quickly " Oh yes sure, it belongs to you so why not" Michel extended his hand towards the butler on which he was surprised again. "What?" (Butler) "The keys. Do you want me to poke it until it starts?" (Michel)

These weren’t his mercenaries and obviously didn’t belong to any of the recruited cohorts. Then she saw the bright hair and spotted the slightly sideways gait of their leader’s horse. “It can’t be,” she murmured. “What’s that, my sweet?” “Nothing.” “You thought it was Ephron, did you not?” he whispered, his lips very close to her ear. She shivered. “The helmet fooled me.” “As did the prancing of his stallion. You thought no two men rode the same? Don’t let his ways deceive you, either. That is Charles de Mornay, my nemesis. His presence here now can only spell trouble.”

I missed my grandfather, after a long period of pain and sleepless nights, we were finally able to converse normally. “Who is saying that she does not have a husband?” an elegant voice sounded behind us. I smiled sheepishly as I looked at grandfather who has already broken into a huge smile. “Grandfather, I was just teasing you.” I said as I held his hand, acting like a spoilt child. “You have grown bold; you now even dare to tease your grandfather?” “Grandfather Michael, I am Lucien Hart, Camilla's mate and soon to be husband.” “Come on in and don’t just stand at the door. I have been dying to meet you but this granddaughter of mine kept you hidden.”

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w