Killer Chef Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m hungry.” I don’t watch as he slips back into his pants, and instead make my way to my closet, and picking out a comfortable pair of sweats and a t. I follow him out to the kitchen where Audrey is impatiently waiting for one of us to make breakfast. She hates to cook— no, she cannot cook, like prone to burning water cannot. So, I am the one cooking our meals unless Dan is here, in which case, he usually cooks. “You two okay with scrambled eggs?” He asks on cue.

I chewed slowly at first, savoring it—then faster, unable to help myself. “It’s perfect,” I murmured. “I know,” he replied, his tone calm, almost amused. I swallowed, glancing at him. “How do you know that when you haven’t even tasted it?” “I know the chef,” he said smoothly. “One of the best in the world. He wouldn’t dare serve me rubbish… unless he wants to leave me no choice but to cut his dick off.”

Later, we found out Margaret told her to write an apology letter with ten pages front and back. So yeah, you could name her the villain of this place, but for me, she was just a disciplined woman. The real rogue was the head chef, Kavin. This man was the worst of the worst. And as his sous chef, it was hard to work with him. His rude behavior, mean comments, and judgemental conduct. annoyed not only me but all the people here

his father joined in and maniacally laughed. “Afterall… I am Carlos Montemayor!” His sexual gaze followed Regatta Cullinan, a famous model with nepotistic connections. As soon as Regatta walk past him, he immediately groped her butt. “That’s my son!” the elder Montemayor chided. I looked away, feeling nothing but disgust. I immediately tidied my things to leave and spare myself from further second-hand embarrassment. It was not the first time and I do not think that this will be the last.

My body was cold, I had to admit that, and though I could tell that Killian was nowhere near being cold, goosebumps rose over my skin as a chill ran down my spine. “Do you want me to order Chinese food? Something different from what Liana cooks and I am not going to tell you to make something for me because I know that you neither have the energy for it, nor do we have the ingredients just yet.” He said, and I raised an eyebrow. The last thing that I heard was the fact that a ‘chef’ was calling his boss, Killian, to talk to him about something.

Keira walked off to the counter, each of their words getting into her head. "She's nothing but a wrench prostitute." "Just take a look at her. Acting all innocent but a good expert of the seduction of a thing." "I can't believe she got Alpha Hayden to defend her few hours ago. How lame of her." "Who knows? They are possibly having an idea. For him to suddenly make her the head chef is suspicious enough, isn't it?" And that was all she could manage to take before she stabbed the knife in her hand into the steak on the counter and half yelled at them, boiling with annoyance. "Can you all shut the hell up already?!"

Alpha Killing retuned with an appetite the size of a whale's. "Who made this?" He asked as he hungrily churned down the slice of cheeseburger. "It's Lerah," I said politely. "Hmm... Her cooking gets better and better by each day," he commended her. "Ciro would surely love to have a taste of this." Ciro had gone to his own house, probably cooking what to eat or eating what he had cooked earlier. A male beta came looking for Killian immediately. Killian shut his eyes and conversed with the beta through the mind-link. After a cold three minutes of their conversation, which had looked so awkward to me his eyes studied my body for a moment and he speaks to me.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

He stood at the thick wooden cutting board, holding a sharp chef’s knife, slicing fresh vegetables with quick, precise movements. Hazel stood quietly by the edge of the room. It was still incredibly jarring to see him like this. Even after a month, she still couldn't quite believe that Xavier Sterling actually knew how to cook. The man was a billionaire. He had an entire staff on payroll, including a private chef, yet here he was on his only day off, standing over a hot stove.