Little Nightmares Chef Real Face Novels & Stories

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

"Roman?" A deep voice called. I froze with meat dangling from my mouth. "Khai?" I questioned silently and looked back. I wasn't supposed to wake him. Who else did I wake up? "What's wrong?" The impulse to lie was there but the truth was stronger, it just rolled out of me. "I had a nightmare." "About?" "The Azraels." I bit into the meat and blood oozed out of the corner of my lips. I groaned at my terrible presentation.

(Sammy's POV) I thought my night would be in my favor or better yet at last get some shut eyes; however, that wasn't the case when I kept on waking up in the middle of the night due to a horrible nightmare. I was dreaming of my new life as a wife, and I was in the kitchen cooking with white flour all over me, including my face. I was dressed like an old lady from the 60s with a head wrap. Kids were crying like bees swarming around me, yelling mommy we want food. Mommy, I want this and that. I couldn't handle the pressure looking at all the little kids who were obviously my children and the sight of it scared me as I began feeling dizzy. My head was spinning and the bowl of something I had in

"Micah! Are you the real Micah?!" "Duh! I'm the one and only Micah!" I lean forward and grab his right arm.. I pinched on it very hard and he screamed loudly. "Fucking ex-girlfriends!" He yelled. "I'm not dreaming!" He glares at me. "Why did you pinch me?!" "I wanna be sure if you actually cooked all these in my dream or reality!" He rolls his eyes and sits down next to me. "I'm not that useless, ok! I can actually cook anything!"

I slumped down on my bed still reeling what what I just found out before slowly drifting off to sleep. I woke up later on in the day to find everywhere a little bit dark. Which made me wonder how long I slept for? I slowly made my way downstairs hoping that I wouldn't run into my mom cause I was still pissed at her and Dad for making decisions about my life. “ Hey young master, you're awake,” a man said as soon as I walked into the kitchen. “ I'm Adrien, your Mom's personal chef. I know you must be hungry, you know after throwing a tantrum-”

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

“If you are innocent, then you don’t have to worry about dying. That is all you need to know for now.” I finished the soup and took the last piece of meat from the serving bowl. The chef in this house moved like a panther. He looked like he was in his late thirties. Half of his face, including his body, was burnt. He wore a patch on his right eye. I saw him once today when he prepared lunch. I only went to the bathroom for a moment and before I knew it, he was already gone.

The server apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry, sir. Please wait a moment. I'll bring the chef right away." Beside him, Lindsay rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Are you this picky? It's just one hair. Just take it out and move on! You forgot what I told you, didn't you? That chef is really scary. If you end up crying later, don't come running to me. I'm out of here!" If she hadn't reminded me how terrifying the head chef was, Felix wouldn't have gone out of his way to call him over. How could Felix forget what had happened the night before?

he growled. “Got stuck feeding your girlfriend’s sister breakfast. She’s cranky when she’s hungry.” I flopped into the chair opposite him, legs wide. “Scrambled eggs. Extra black pepper. You’re welcome for the intel.” Ryder snorted. “You’re a regular fucking chef now.” “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta keep her alive while she’s out there chasing ghosts and dead kids.” I scratched at the fresh scratches on my neck, still stinging from her nails, and yeah, my dick noticed even now, which was real bad timing.

She looked like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. "Where is the Chief Royal Chef?" Skade asked. Her voice was loud. It was a challenge. "She is not available." A young boy replied. He was chopping carrots. His hands were small. "A days to the competition and the Chief Royal Chef is not available?" Skade asked. Mockery dripped from her tongue. "Is she scared? Is she trying to run away from the competition because she knows she will lose?" "How dare you talk about our Chief Royal Chef like that!" Chef Silas yelled.