Lady Chef Royale Novel Novels & Stories

He was Rosalind's brother and quite welcome here. "Well then, come sit by this fire. I just finished my novel and was planning to retire soon. I'd be happy to lend it to youif you enjoy novels, that is." She returned to her chair and picked up her book, then came back and placed it in his hands. "It's one of my favorites." He stared at the title. "Lady Jade's Wild Lord? Thank you." It was an L. R. Gloucester novel, a torrid Gothic novel, and he was staring at it with a reverent expression that tugged at her heart. Like a man who hadn't held a book in his hands in years.

The chef gasped in surprise, watching her slice smoothly and fast as well. “Were you expecting a disaster then?” He gulped nervously, trying to brush it off as he produced an awkward smile, which was far worse than his normal face. “I do not blame you for your thoughts, Mr Amigo” Lyra moved back and forth between the cooking gas and the counter, totally oblivious to the irritating faces of her maids towards the chef. “Most people in royalty are spoiled, but that is where you all make the mistake. I do not come from royalty. I have worked really hard with my two hands, so, cooking is just a basic skill to me”

I stood up from the bed and watched her walk inside the room, with a tray of food in her hands. “I’m Cinder, I am one of the Royal's maids and I work in the Royal kitchen.” She introduced herself with a charming smile on her face. “Oh, I'm Nova. I…” “The Lycan King’s bride!” she beamed and I chuckled lightly. “I guess so.” I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans. I hate the fact that I had to admit that I was going to be the beast's bride. “Ahh,” she smiled and stretched out her hands, showing me the tray of food. “I brought your food.”

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I would like to cook a steak, but they say it's difficult to prepare, so I'm content with what I can do. The other bodyguard is our assistant. The kitchen was crowded after all. "Roy... What's delicious?" He just turned to me without any reaction which made me even more nervous. "W-Wait are you poisoned?" "Lily, who got poisoned? Are you two okay there?" "Edith... Roy isn't moving!" I fell. When the bodyguards laughed I gave them a bad look. "You have high blood, miss! Yes, it's delicious," said Roy from my side.

I take my usual seat at the head of the long Calacatta marble dining table, while Santino settles into the chair on my right. Anastasia, the new chef appears almost immediately, moving with quiet efficiency. She pours chilled water into the glasses before serving scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, crispy bacon, avocado toast, and a side of fresh fruit. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the room as she places two steaming mugs on the table. With a polite nod, she quietly excuses herself. I pick up my fork and begin eating. Santino does the same, but the tension radiating from him is impossible to ignore.

River was to be seen in the kitchen making the dinner she'd eat with much satisfaction later on. " Maggie made this for you, My lady." Antara said with a smile as she placed a plate of creamy looking biscuits and a jug of creamy looking yogurt as well on the small table. Estelle smiled happily, at least she'd fill her stomach before that robotic dinner. Maggie was the royal chef, Estelle liked her because of how kind and beautiful she was. " Thanks, Tara. Tell Maggie I sent her kisses through the air." Estelle said while Antara giggled with a nod.

he added, smirking, “I’m sleeping over.” Ariel’s eyes widened. “You’re what?” From the banister, Vicky whispered loudly, “Oh, this is going to be good.” Becky and Charlotte giggled behind their hands while Isabella simply smiled knowingly. --- Later That Night Dinner was served, the long royal table glowing with golden candlelight. Ariel sat at one end, Carl across from her, their friends scattered between. Carl lifted his fork elegantly. “Queen Isabella, your cooking is remarkable. Much better than what I usually get at home.”

The atmosphere was a polished mask of civility hiding the tension of two mafia empires forced into union. Arabelle wasn’t hungry. She pushed food around her plate, ignoring the stares and whispers directed at her, the bride forced into a kingdom she never wanted. A shrill, overly sweet voice from behind her. “Well, well… look at the new Mrs. Valerio.” Arabelle turned slowly. Standing there was Clarissa Salvatore, daughter of another powerful family. She was stunning, petty, and obnoxiously proud of her long history of trying and failing to get Dante’s attention.

She felt like her heart was stuck by invisible arrows. “Hello, Miss chef, I am here to be your assistant for today.” Lilian said while coughing lightly. She was just caught by her idol after looking at her like a fool. She never ever thought she would see Miss Riya, the most popular master chef in the world, in this Rose villa. She still can not let her know that she knows her.