Holy Chef Crazy Empress Novels & Stories

“Secrets like what you just saw… they can burn you alive.” Camille’s pulse thundered. Her lips parted, but no words came. Vivian leaned closer, her perfume suffocating, her eyes glinting with malicious delight. Then she said it, soft and venomous, the promise of destruction laced in every syllable. “This empire will burn.”

Emilia said and Jennifer was confused. "I don't understand. I should have started cooking from yesterday? Am i now his chef?" She asked. "Very soon, you will take over. He love the meal you prepared the last time." Emila said with a wide smile. "But he never told me." "Now I'm telling you. Can we go now?" Emilia said. "I'm coming, let me change to something more comfortable." She said and Emilia left. . . . "So you said she's suffering from hysteria. Can you tell me the cure for hysteria." Jennifer could hear Mike's voice from the kitchen. The doctor has showed up to face Mike's interrogation.

“What do you think?” “But—” “No buts.” His voice sharpened. “The Alpha hates laziness. And excuses.” A tall woman with the body of an athlete strolled towards us. Her red hair was packed in a bun. A long deep gash scarred her left face. “What's going on Beta?” she asked, “Is she the human I hear Alpha Bran brought back?” “He bought her. She'll be working here onwards.” Aric turned to me. “She is Ember. The chief head cook. She runs everything in the kitchen. You're under her now.”

Worse still, Moonshadow—the wolf spirit that had finally awakened inside her after years of painful emptiness—had become strangely protective. Especially during the past two weeks. Kaelith rinsed her mouth slowly before standing on shaky legs. Lyra was already watching her carefully now. “You’ve been sick every morning.” “I know.” “You nearly fainted carrying flour yesterday.” “I know.” “And your sense of smell has become terrifying.” Kaelith narrowed her eyes slightly. “You smell like burnt onions.” Lyra looked deeply offended. “I cooked once.” “You committed a crime against food.” Normally, that would have earned at least a small laugh.

“Empress Cynthia would like to teach you a few new things; do not disrespect her; she has the right to punish you if you do anything stupid.” I nodded. “I would do no such thing.” She led me into her chambers, and my stomach churned. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “No.” I lied. “Do you know why I brought you here?” she asked. “No, Empress.” “I want to show you something. Have you ever wondered why the empresses stay young, even for decades?” she asked. “I have wondered, but I hear it’s a gift from the god of light.” “And that is correct.”

he said, leading me into a massive kitchen. My jaw dropped at the scope of what my eyes were seeing. This was a kitchen like you’d see in a restaurant or hotel. There were at least four kitchen islands and just things, everywhere. There were also people everywhere. He led me to a very short woman with graying brown hair and a chef's coat. “Greta this is my fated mate, Emilia,” he said, nodding his head. “Ohh! Oh what a happy day! What can I get you sweet girl, anything you want,” she said, reaching for my cheek.

It all made sense after she explained to me that the Emperor's health clerics come every day to cross-check the Emperor's feeding process, and if there is a suspicion that the Emperor misses a meal, there will be a penalty. Ridiculous! Extremely ridiculous! Arnold knows about it but doesn't even try to stop such a thing. The chef continued to beg me, mentioning that since I was favoured to be his first female maid, I could convince him. I reassured her that I would try my best and she left. A few minutes later, Fatou walked out of the villa. The venomous stare I got from her when she passed beside me made my stomach churn painfully.

Zeke winced. “First it was the minotaurs.” Posy stated. “Then Nerius.” Hunter pointed out. “Those two mermaids.” Indrick finished. “I’m sorry Empress, but you are a damsel in distress.” “Oh no.” Oz whispered. “A damsel?” I yelled. “I...I am not a damsel in distress! I am an Empress! A powerful woman!” “You are, Empress.” Hunter agreed. “However...you do seem to be taken a lot. I mean I was knocked out and you were snatched.”

In order to order the cuisine the empress desires, he went out with her to restaurants. For three days, His Majesty kept to himself and kept quiet as he considered what to say to the wives of the presidents of the nine continents. In order to thank the celestial lords and inform them of his situation, he went to his private room. To inform his Majesty that there is a bright esecence in the private quarters of the Evergreen Continent president, Angel Dora made an appearance in person. Your wife will recover right away and without any deformities if you can able to get it and put it in her mouth. One must work quite hard to acquire it.

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki