Killer Chef Novels & Stories

The chef nodded his head immediately and said, "Yes Kings." The Kings are short tempered, killing anyone for their small and silly mistakes and he doesn't wants to become their next prey. Zachariah looked around and found a knife. He picked it up and was about to chop the tamato when the chef interrupted him, "K-king you are not supposed to hold the knife like that." He said nervously. Zachariah looked at the knife in his hands. He is holding the knife perfectly. "You are not supposed to hold it like you are going to k-kill someone King. You need to hold it gently." The chef said looking at the knife, he was afraid that the Kings will kill him with the same knife he is holding.

As Killian strode down the hallway, faithfully tracking the omega's scent once again, his thoughts dwelled upon the Head Chef, a figure he regarded as a second father. The elderly Head Chef had faithfully served the royal family for countless years, long predating Killian 's birth. Their connection ran deep, as the Head Chef prepared Killian 's cherished dishes and clandestinely slipped him delightful treats, unbeknownst to his parents. Killian wondered if the Head Chef had undergone any transformations, but one thing remained constant: his aversion to allowing strangers into his culinary domain. Hence, Killian found it astonishing to discover that the Head Chef was acquainted with Yifa and

My arm was shaking. I am a cook. Not a spy. But I could not let a master of the craft be slaughtered. The Chief Royal Chef is in danger.

"Wake up." Instantly, the bustling kitchen froze. The air pressure dropped. This Master Chef, known as 'The Butcher,' was a legend. Even the Head Beta of the kitchens bowed to him. He rarely cooked, only making dishes for the Alpha King himself, spending the rest of his time sleeping in the corner. The large man snapped his eyes open. A jagged scar ran down his face, making him look terrifying—like a demon ready to devour a soul. Faye hid behind Serena, trembling. The Butcher was as scary as ever. The first time eight-year-old Faye saw him, she had burst into tears. The trauma lingered.

"A scary man like that getting laid under? That'll be a blast to make all these tops fear us and know we ain't weak." "You're disgusting." "And you're a dick-sucker. Try mine sometime—an european dick, pretty sure you haven't tried that before." Kael hit the table and walk straight to one of the chefs. He looks like all the blood in his body has been drained and he's going to die. I think he's really cut deep by my words this time around, and I have no idea why. Did I say too much? Oh, crap! "Bend your neck." He tells the twink chef, who's the last and youngest guy. All within seconds, he rips into the guy's neck to drink his blood.

Let's focus on the problem at hand. Keira took a moment, watched them all look to her. Keira: Are you sure about your intel? Kate: Calvin Hunter was our killer. It stands to reason— Keira: I can't take it stands to reason to The Table's Assembly, especially after what happened in Venatores. Get me something by The Table's Assembly before we lose another damn Seat Number 12.

"Oh." He sighed. "I think I'm going to be late thanks to your Ratatouille boyfriend." "Hey! His name is Keith, he's not a rat and not my boyfriend either!" "Whatever. Just tell that stupid cook that if this happens ever again then he'll have to start looking for a new job." "Keith is not stupid! He's a really talented chef. And you don't own this place so you can't have a say in who works here and who is fired. " I crossed my arms over my chest and regarded him appraisingly.

My dad leads the Russian Mafia while my mom is one of the most famous fashion designers in Paris and I am the CEO of one of the biggest companies that exist— I am also an assassin and I'll gladly kill you after taking the pleasure to torture the fuck out of you. "My dad is a plumber and my mom's a chef." I replied calmly. "Plumber for a dad and chef for a mom, no wonder you look like that." Iris said with a disgusted fake smile which I ignored which was the safest thing to do. "What about you, Jasy?" Iris trailed her finger down Ares's tattooed arm, "What do your parents do?" "Both my parents are businessman— and woman." Ares replied which made Iris smile, "Mine too."

She fell to her knees, flopping to the side. Derek dodged the waitress as she tried to grab him and he smashed his blade directly into her ear. The waitress crumpled to the ground. I ran to the little boy and did my best not to think about his innocent life that had been full of dreams and aspirations. In one quick motion, I plunged my knife into the little boy's eye socket. I caught him before he crashed to the dirt, placing him down softly. Fuck. I hated killing kids. It never got any easier.

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.