Killer Chef Novels & Stories

She started to look for a pot. Nicholas entered the kitchen so quietly she didn't want to hear a sound. She turned around only to see him leaning against a doorframe, startling her. He was gazing at her in a way that a predator looked at their prey before turning to a meal. “Do you always invade kitchens unannounced?” she asked, trying to mask her discomfort with humor. “You’re making noise,” he said, ignoring her question. “I'm sorry, I didn't know” Nicholas’s expression didn’t change. “If you want to stay alive, you’ll follow my rules. No unnecessary noise. No unnecessary movement. Do you understand me”

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

A chef had just attempted to serve me. I didn’t want to eat with him. If I did, all my anger might just melt away and I didn’t want that to happen. I needed to continue staying mad at him. The chef stepped back after bowing his head for a second. The workers in the mansion were back to treating me with so much respect courtesy of Alpha Kellan. “I hate to think that you think of me as a manipulator,” he said out of nowhere. I wasn’t expecting him to go straight to the point just like that.

She was just checking, and how could she expect a spoiled child like him to cook chicken soup for her? She froze for a moment before Kelvin curled his lips and said with a smile, “I let the black-of-house cook it.” Hearing this, Chloe rolled her eyes at him, “If this is considered as you cook it, then next time, how about we advertise our hotel food all cooked by the CEO? Then all the women in Rave city will have to line up to flatter you.” Kelvin replied calmly, “Are you implying to me that you are jealous?”

Besides, she wondered, how can he tell just by looking? Xavier’s expression turned even icier. "Then tell me—who did you spend all those years learning to cook for?" The question hit Chloe like a physical slap. The answer was instantaneous and painful: Liam Martin. Every signature dish she had mastered, every secret ingredient she had discovered, was tailored specifically to Liam’s palate. She had spent years perfecting the flavors he loved most, ensuring he would never grow tired of her table.

With the chef. She stood there for a second, then smiled politely. "Hi." The chef returned the smile, his expression warm but professional. "Good evening, miss." Mona stepped a little closer, curiosity already getting the better of her as she watched him work. His knife moved fast. Too fast. "How do you do that?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. The chef paused briefly. "Do what?" "That," she pointed lightly. "You're cutting onions and you're not crying. I cry every time. It's embarrassing."

It was Ivy who killed her own biological mother, and she didn't even leave a complete corpse behind. If I stayed silent about this, I would be betraying the kindness my mother-in-law had shown me all these years. Ivy's expression darkened instantly. "Do you know how many people in Helmer City are begging me to perform surgeries? One word from me, and plenty of people will clean up any trouble for me." She let out a cold laugh. "You really think you can shake me?"

Somehow he found out, and the cook tried escaping but luckily I had fast reflexes, and being an assassin was still in my genes, I had taken each and every possible mapping of the whole house into my head. I ran after him and then caught up with him, it was an honour of his own, the alpha had clawed his skin into shreds as blood splattered everywhere. It was a really gruesome scene as even little Derek was made to watch, his father made sure his eyes were stuck to his claws and the cook's skin. The whole floor was bathed with blood until the cool took his very last breath, rumours had it around that Kathy's father was a strict one and a very strong, powerful, and wealthy alpha.

“You can’t kill me now. The Chancellor will see it as betrayal. Brandon will freaking kill you for real this time.” “If I’m insane, then what do you call yourself as someone who killed Elliot, burned my Grandmother’s castle down, and manipulated Zarion’s feelings back when he and I hadn't yet met?” Silence. Hestia didn’t give an ounce of answer. That’s all I need to hear. I released a sharper battle cry this time, ready to see her brain scatter in the snowy ground. But the stone only managed to hit her shoulder as a firm grip around my wrist sent me gaping.

The act was complete, or so she thought. With his brows furrowed, the inspector said, ‘You know Jyoti, even the most poisonous cobra should be wary of the honey badger.’ He asked her to leave with an imperious wave. The glow in her eyes disappeared instantly, she turned and left the room. ‘She lied to us all the way,’ the inspector said irritably. ‘What makes you think that?’ Rishabh inquired. ‘Experience, my friend. No superstar, however big a heart they have, gifts a flat to a housekeeper.’