Killer Chef Novels & Stories

Ally receives a cocktail from a waiter. She knows immediately that it has to be Eric who sent it to her. She looks to the bar to find a very disgruntled Eric standing next to a man who she only knows from articles and things she read online. Rick Gust is one of the most prominent chefs in the culinary world. Her eyes meet his and the look he gives her instantly makes her uncomfortable.

But fuck… It was worth it. “Find out The Chef’s base. We are paying him a visit tomorrow.” I barked at Kaito who was still facing the dining room. “Already did. He owns a restaurant in Worthing. Specializes in fish dishes. He became famous after he caught his underboss selling him to his enemies, then chopped him into pieces and cooked him, before serving the said enemies food made out of his flesh. Apparently, that shook the entire underworld.” And I was not even aware of it.

All the nightmares came both from him and from also having no idea of where her parents are or who she is. When she first came to this house and was told to get in and she didn't that led to my anger, the way she guarded her face screamed abuse. She had been abused, beating up and left there. That pain made Killer not Reina. Killer was made by Reina to prove to the world that was better and the best at her game, to prove that she controls everything and everyone's life. But Reina, she was just a little girl fighting to be removed from the body that contains both her and a killer but there was no way out. After kissing her on her forehead, work called my name to which I answered. Checking eve

She tucked those fractions of a second into her memory, reined in her triumphant grin, and went back to her steak. She shouldn't have ordered dessert. She was already full. But he said the crème brûlée here was worth trying—he didn't want any, he just ordered one for her. With a patience no professional killer had any right to possess, he explained: a good crème brûlée's caramelized sugar crust should crack cleanly under the spoon, not shatter into rubble. He handed her the spoon; his knuckle brushed the back of her hand. Her hand paused for a beat. Then she flipped the spoon over and cracked the caramel shell with its back—a crisp, clean crack, the spoon sinking in half an inch, the shell s

he revealed My head sparked with anger and the way my body hairs stood sent a cold feeling to my soul, I shook aggressively and wondered if my wife was safe at the moment or she's on her way to a deadly road filled with pain. I looked at the Cheif and he quickly saw the pain in my eyes "She has everything planned out, she wanted us to catch the killer because she knew I would be the first person to see him and by so doing, I will leave my wife at home with the same chef that will end her life" I revealed with tears running out of my eyes like rain

His reaction made Kenny see, he ran up, helped him into the corner of the kitchen and reassured: “I know Chef Katherine is a bit exaggerated but she is not a bad person. She's the one who told Uncle Macken to keep you here. I don't know what the reason is but I heard this from her. You should also know that she's not the soft-spoken type." “I had… had… two plates of English roast…” Krik held out the jar of sauce in front of Kenny. He quickly understood the problem. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to his lips: “Oh… God!!! Chris!!! You are crazy!!! Those two discs are for VIPs!” Krik buried his face in his hands and sobbed. Kenny quickly ran out into the lobby. His eyes were drawn to th

He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. "I'm Mason, assistant to the CEO. The chef is already waiting for you. This way please." I followed Mason through the hotel to the back kitchens and into another area I had not yet seen. We stopped short of a door, which read the words 'Leon Knightly, Head Chef.' The aroma was intensifying. I could only imagine what it was like inside. I inhaled and prepared myself as Mason knocked on the door before opening it. Leon's scent wafted through and hit me directly, almost sending me backward.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

I asked, my voice low and conversational. The man spat a glob of bloody phlegm onto my boot. "Go to hell you bastard!” I didn't flinch nor did I look at the boot. I just took a slow, methodical drag of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke into his face. "I've been there, Son. Now, let’s try again. Where is your Don?" The survivor stared at me with his one good eye, a spark of defiance still flickering in the dark. "I don't tell the Valak secrets to worthless scum like you. I know who you are. You're the one Don Bane destroyed . He threw out like trash."

appreciate the great deployment you gave to the first of my victims; of a long series that I plan to execute, with the sole purpose of satisfying my gourmet appetites. To the absurd and naive question of the newspaper that says: WHO MIGHT BE THE MURDERER AND WHY DID HE KILL HIM? I think it's an excellent question in the midst of your stupidity. For obvious reasons, as in any respectable crime, there is a brilliant motive. "The flashing reason" for which I killed him I will not reveal it for now. As for the subjective part, the cause is different: I dismember and devour a human being with the sole purpose of putting my formidable cooking recipes into practice. I devoured the dried meat of a