Killer Chef Novels & Stories

"Why are you looking at me like I murdered someone?" "Yeah, you just murdered a lobster. That's just mean, Nola," he said. "What did I do?" I asked him while raising an eyebrow. "Really? You chopped the head?" My forehead creased and planted my hands on my waist. "It's the most humane way to kill a lobster. What do you want? Put it inside boiling water alive?" He nodded in agreement. "You got a point there." "You shush your mouth there. Who's the chef here, huh?"

I raced back to the kitchen and looked for a dry dish towel. I found it in one of the drawers and with it, I wiped everything that I touched. I wiped everything, the counter top, the door knob as well as the key, the taps and the tub. Everything that had my prints, I wiped thoroughly. Except for Naledi and Sharon. I didn’t try wiping them because it was pointless. No matter how hard I would’ve have tried, it wouldn’t remove the fact that I killed two innocent people. They were only guilty because they were beautiful and they had everything I didn’t. Also because Sharon disliked me and Naledi was a threat to my happiness. I took the carving knife as well as the dish towel and tucked them care

✮•✮•✮•✮ ••AURELIO'S SUITE•• Viper came in Aurelio's suite to see him working on his computer as usual. "Still on the case?" Viper spoke and Aurelio nodded. "I already tracked down one of my family's killer and gave him the punishment he deserves- déad. The public thinks he was attacked and kílled by a wild animal while sneaking out to meet his mistress" Aurelio smirked. "Now I'm on my second case.. The second man who raped my sister and I found him already. Apparently he owns a three star restaurant here in L.A so it was easy to track him down" Aurelio said, showing Viper the pic of the man.

I’ve spent the last two years living a lie. Two years of pretending to be someone I’m not, of working my way up the ranks of the most feared mafia organization in the city. Two years of getting closer to the man who sits on the throne of crime and cruelty. They call him Damon Black— the devil of Hell's Kitchen. He doesn’t trust anyone, especially not women. That’s why I had to do it. Why I had to cut my hair, hide my identity, and become ‘Liam,’ his loyal right-hand man.

Pushing my chair backwards with a loud screech, I advanced towards my kitchen to make lunch, but I met Killan there, showing off his strangely excellent cooking skills when he'd burnt my pancakes the first time he got here. He was shirtless, his taut muscles flexing, his silver hair kissed by the soft ray of the sun seeping through the windows. “I thought you'd never step out of your room, Master.“ His lips tilted, his dark eyes still fixed on the meal he was preparing. “Tell me, what are you researching on?“ “Nothing.“ I said a little too quickly, grabbing a bottle of water to reduce the tension pressing against my chest. Opening up the cap, I took a large sip and placed it on the kitchen i

Sebastien’s jaw tightened. “That’s what we’re figuring out.” Arden’s gaze darkened. “If she was killed, it means she was either about to talk… or she was simply disposable.” Sebastien nodded. “Or both.” I stared at the floor for a moment, anger building in my chest again. A chef. A person who cooked meals, who served the family for years. Bought. Used. Killed. And the person behind it was still out there, still close, still protected. “One thing is certain,” Sebastien said, voice colder now. “The culprit is close to power and wields a lot of influence.”

As she tapped his shoulder, Keirser turned to face her and the colour on her face faded. Keiser grabbed her neck and lifted her in the air, “so, it was you who appointed my mate as a cleaner? How dare you? She is your Luna! Don’t you have any respect.” he gritted his teeth and growled low which made my hair on the nape of the neck stand straight in fear. The fear in my eyes surfaced and I grabbed him from the back for begging him to let her go. He killed the chef because of me and I don't want another one dead, just because of me.

It's really delicious. KYLA: He's a cordon bleu chef KYLE: I cooked it with a total of zero assistance from Kyla KYLA: Oh my....that is so much help I offered. Can you believe it? Total of Zero (everyone laughs) LOGAN: You should really cherish your twinnie Kyle, it's rare to find someone who offers a total of Zero assistance (everyone laughs again) ANYA: (licked her lip in satisfaction of the taste) Loki, you really are a great chef (using the serviette to massage her lip.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.