Lady Chef Royale Novel Novels & Stories

“She also said… ‘Tell the Lightning Lady to read it in front of no one but the Duke. And if she rolls her eyes, I’ll roll her into the sea.’” I sighed. “Did she really call me ‘Lightning Lady’?” “Twice. She’s… obsessed.” Alaric grunted like he was trying not to smile. I snatched the letter. “Fine. Let's read the drama scroll.” I cracked the wax, unrolled the thick parchment, and instantly the scent of royal rose oil hit my nose—extra, as always. Then I began to read: “To Lady Abigail MacMayer (or whatever you now call yourself in your rebellious era),

“ You are a new face here . It seems like we have guests . Hello ! “ said the beautiful lady . “ Hello ! “ said madam Karla . “ My name is Kyla . Who are you lady ? “ said Kyla . When she came closer to her , madam Karla noticed that her skin was unusually plain , as if she was a bit sick . “ My name is Karla . It’s nice meeting you , Kyla . “ said Karla . “ Lady , please be respectful towards her majesty . “ said the servant next to Kyla . Madam Karla realized that she was the queen .

When Tori was left alone with Lady M, the latter finally spoke, “So tell me, what is a noble lady doing here?” Tori took off her hood and sat comfortably. “Now, that isn’t the information we must be talking about. How about we start our conversation with the location of the Elysian Crown?” Lady M abruptly stood up from her seat due to shock from what she heard. Tori couldn’t blame her. After all, the Elysian Crown was why the original novel got the title ‘Thorny Crown.’

The aroma of food filled the air and it smelled delicious and the Queen didn't hesitate to commend the chef on her excellent cooking “ Chef Lucinda please meet Isabella Cross. Arden’s wife.” “ Isabella my daughter, this is Chef Lucinda, she is our Pack chef and she is passionate and skilled when it comes to food.” Chef Lucinda blushed a lil and bowed “ Thank you, my Queen. Nice to meet you, my Lady! You’re welcome to the pack. If you will excuse me, please I need to get the dessert ready.” and she hurried off

Alice As my cousins and I made our way to the royal kitchen, something strange caught our attention within the palace. It was impossible to ignore – every royal guard and even the palace knights had paraded into the royal hall. The same hall that was reserved for important meetings and deliberations, especially during times of war. We exchanged puzzled glances, our curiosity piqued and decided to follow the crowd into the hall. Upon entering the venue, I was taken aback by what I saw. A long table dominated the center of the room, already nearly complete with attendees. Even the entire royal family was present, which was unusual for an unscheduled conference.

She then ask aunty mei who was standing beside her" Aunty mei you cook so delicious foods. And the chicken is the best. Can you say me the recipe for the fried chicken. The chicken is so well-marinated and the flavour is so good" Aunty mei smiles hearing Luna praising her cooking. she smiles and said" I am happy that young madam likes my cooking. why do young madam have to learn, I will be here to make every food you like at any time". Luna just smiles hearing Aunty Mei. Anyway, this must be true and she has to live all her life with that monster in this mansion " Young madam, you are lucky to have a young master. He may be cold and rude from the outside but he is a very kind and sweet perso

Not in life, but… *On a book cover. Memories, not her own, flooded her mind in a chaotic torrent. A name: **Lady Vivian Ashworth**. A title: Daughter of the Duke of Blackwood. A role: The villainess. The setting: The Kingdom of Aethelgard. The story: *The Prince's Rose*. A novel she’d read just last week – a sprawling, melodramatic historical romance filled with scheming nobles, star-crossed lovers, and one particularly vindictive, doomed antagonist: Lady Vivian Ashworth. Vivian staggered back, hitting the edge of the bed hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. *Transmigration. Isekai. Oh god, it’s real. I’m INSIDE the book. And I’m HER. The villainess.*

The chef yelled in turn but quickly trailed off as he looked around. Lady Nox rarely came into the kitchen, but if there was a fuss or commotion, she sometimes came to it. To see what the matter was in her household, and under her roof. Initially, that is who the chef had thought it should be. Perhaps hauling a bloodied staff member who displeased her. The handsome harpy chef lowered his gaze, relieved it was the princess, but shocked at her state. Which changed to give the princess a very dark and scolding look. The obvious question lingered in both his eyes and Maven's. A tray of desserts lay on the floor – blood from the dead human dripped onto some of them.

But now… now it pulls at me. Without wasting more time, I head to the kitchen. The smell of broth and roasted meat fills the air as I step inside. The chefs bow slightly. “Princess,” one greets. I keep my tone light. “I heard Lady Julia has been particular about her tea lately.” One of the chefs, a tall man with flour dust on his sleeves, nods. “Yes, Princess. She bought her own tea. Said she didn’t trust the ones we use.” My interest sharpens. “She bought her own?”

Trigger warning - Grief. (Please read with caution, this chapter contains a very sensitive subject.) _____ _____ There was a lady in a white flowing robe, with long silver hair, and a dagger dripping with blood etched into her stomach with her hand over it. She extended her other hand to Belladonna and whispered something in a language that she seemed to understand despite not having ever heard it before. Belladonna's hand held the lady’s outstretched own, something surged through her at their contact and she woke up.