Killer Chef Novels & Stories

The man could probably be found in one of three places at any given moment: the kitchen, the study, or silently haunting a doorway like a trauma response in expensive clothing. Tonight he stood at the island counter cutting lemons with ruthless concentration. Sleeves rolled to his forearms. Dark shirt stretched across his back. The scar across his right palm flashed every time the knife came down. Garlic hit hot oil with a sharp hiss. The entire kitchen smelled unfairly good. Kain did everything with that same terrifying level of control. Cooking. Violence. Watching me pretend not to watch him. I leaned against the counter and picked up the glass of water already waiting there for me because

he said, entranced by the way her lips curled around her cup and her face. Her smile broadened. "I'm glad to hear it," she said. "You're not too bad yourself, Monsieur Chef." His heart fluttered, and he resisted the urge to brag and tell her his actual chef name: Le Fromage. He was avoiding the limelight while he could, even if he could use it to impress people. He would simply have to show her sometime. That reminded him about cooking, and that he still needed to do some of that for M. Peluche. Who was still in the prison on this side of the city. And he lived on the other side.

she asked aloud. “Let us introduce ourselves before we start, only polite, yes? I am Rufus Farkasa, High Lykos. Alpha of all.” “Former Alpha Wade Hunter, High Lykos Beta” Wade's dark blonde hair quivered, threatening to fall out of place as he nodded to Alissa's table. His lined face didn't match his youthful looking hair.

The chief looks serious. The chief glanced around. Keep this quiet for now. But your captain is right. This was deliberate. Professional. Not a prank. Kade took the metal from me and turned it over. His eyes went dark. I know this type. Used in tight operations back home. Burns everything. Fast. No evidence left usually. They meant to kill. The young winger joined us breathing quick. Kill? Us? Who would do that? We are just hockey players. The big defenseman came next. This is Vance and his people. Has to be. The party was bringing us together. They hate that.

That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil. I felt confused. I did not like being confused, confusion is weak. I am not weak, i am strong and i am the Red Reaper. When he kissed me, I did not stop him. That is the worst part. I kissed him back, i let my guard down. I let the pity for the boy make me forget the man. The man is a killer. The man is my target, the man is the leader of the Lombardi clan. I cannot forget that. I walked to the window. It was dark outside, i could still see the city lights. I felt far away from everything that was real.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.

I always disobey Ruslan, yet, he let me live, but if I disobey or talk back at Jeremy, after our wedding, he'd definitely have my head on a platter of gold. Cold, unlike anything I've ever experienced coursed through every part of my body and my blood turned ice cold in my veins. “Y…yes, Lord Jeremy.” The chef replied, raising his fingers to wipe the sweat that almost trickled down the tiled floor in drops. “Now, tell me what you have prepared for us before I send your dead body to your family.” Despite how dangerous his words were, he still had a calm smile on. A psychopatic smile, but less ice-chilling than someone I knew.

“No wonder I am so hungry.” Kiara chuckled and gently grabbed my hand, “Come on. The kitchen is this way. The chef’s name is Caleb. You will like him. She led me to the far end of the mansion, and into a large commercial grade kitchen where a rotund man in his late fifties was busy stirring ingredients into a large pot. “Ah, our sleeping beauty has awoken! Did your prince finally find you, or perhaps princess?” He cracked a grin as he took in Kaira still gripping my hand. Instead of pulling away like I expected her to, she gripped my hand tighter.

Katie did not want to give up just yet. She lost her temper over her daughter’s matter but in order to prepare the perfect banquet, she had to get Master Fuller’s help. She knew how good Master Fuller was. The man used to be a chef at the national kitchen, serving high-ranking government officials, and also a member of the Viper’s Den, which explained his prestigious status. He always used his identity of the Viper’s Den to reject a certain job. However, being a great chef, the VIP customers he served fell in love with his food, which earned him more connections to many prominent figures. Therefore, making acquaintance with Master Fuller would also be making connections with his social netwo