Killer Chef Novels & Stories

He gestured toward the chef. I greeted him politely, forcing a calm exterior. But Gerrard's expression flickered ever so slightly. He his eyes at me, confused. My pulse jumped. Had I said something wrong? Gerrard frowned slightly at my reaction before giving me an encouraging smile. "Lily, don’t you remember? This is Chef Marcel DuPont. He’s one of the finest culinary masters in France… and not just that, he was one of your instructors back at your culinary school. You even wrote on one of your social media posts that you admired him and looked up to him. I was expecting more excitement."

He understood me. He said: “The three the public does not have. Two of them were in 2021. One was in 2022. The press has never connected those three to the seventeen. They are real, and they were mine, and they are the difference between the number you knew in your interior of me and the number that is actually true.” I said: “And Derek.” He said: “Derek would be the twenty-first.” I held that too. Twenty-one. I was, sitting in the armchair of a man’s front room in Brooklyn Heights, the wife of the twenty-first man this man had killed. The wife of the most recent count.

"An influencer in our complex just killed someone! The victim was a pregnant woman, and both she and her baby lost their lives!" "I know, right? I just saw the pregnant woman's husband storming toward our building with a kitchen knife!" I had just reached the elevator when I heard several middle-aged women chattering away. I froze for a moment, feeling a phantom pain in my neck where the knife had slashed me. The scene of my brutal death in my previous life felt as vivid as ever.

She asked, leaning on the kitchen counter and resting her chin on her palm. Jesse was standing in front of the stove, and was just wearing teeny-tiny checkered Calvin Klein boxers and a blue apron. He looked so... domesticated. That it was kind of funny. "Hi," he greeted back. He turned his head to K then quickly set his attention back to the pan. He was making scrambled eggs. "Thanks for the compliment, by the way." Jesse grinned like a bad wolf, talking about K's remark that he was apparently sex-on-a-stick. The eggs were already done, and was bordering on over-cooked. He quickly removed the pan from the heat and set the scrambled eggs on a cold plate.

Fortunately, they didn't despise Sebastian's wife for being a low class, after all, Sebastian's friends aren't easy to deal with as they choose who they want to be. As Larry asked, K Whatever felt relieved that she didn't have any dramas with his friends. "Well, I don't know how to cook but I know how to slice some ingredients." That was a lie. She knew how to cook well but the kitchen hates her as every time she cooks if the pan isn't on fire, the kitchen is. If the kitchen is safe, she wouldn't. Her bad luck became a hindrance to her culinarian ability. Her sister became a chef made K Whatever grateful... As she only needs to worry about the dishes!

"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.

She planted her hands on her hips. “You listen to me, Kael. I saved your boss's life when he was lying there helpless. I’m an herbalist, not a killer! I will not stand here and watch you insult me for a favor I did. If you're not going to appreciate that, then leave! You have no business being in this kitchen anyway. It is not a war ground for generals like you.”

the chef said while praising West in between. West smiled a bit "You don't have to worry about me! I'm a chef at LH culinary so I can handle kitchen knives! Not too worry,I can do this!" The chef suddenly found himself in a tight corner as he had nothing to say "The master won't appreciate this idea and if he gets to know about this,we chefs,we will all be doomed!" He said with a slight bow and west sighed not wanting to give them a hard time. She knew she hadn't spent up to two days in this house so she didn't want to cause any discomfort to the workers around the vicinity but she seriously needed to make one of the recipes they created at the office,at home.

yell Asher with defiance “You don’t fucking understand at all. Stop saying that you are. YOU DON’T” “And this knife it not for me but I will fucking kill them. I will fucking kill them all” “So if you get in the fucking way I will kill you too” Asher warn “So doc don’t try to act hero” “Calm down Ash. Put the knife down and we can talk. Whatever it is we can talk it out” said Xenorr coaxingly