Novel Chef Novels & Stories

But I got the feeling Damien pressured her to keep an eye out for me, since he's been real busy clearing up the mess Vivian made. “Dread rolls down my spine, even Calling her name made my skin crawl, how could someone just wake up and start beating up their employees. That definitely sick."I thought. Christiano has been brilliant. The new chef I've turned more or less a glutton over the last few months. Hey, don't blame me he's the one trying out new dishes every single day. He prepared the ingredients for chicken enchiladas the other day and I couldn't help but wonder in after my daily swim to sniff out the most delightful smell.

At that time, I would be the only one who would be embarrassed. Seeing that I was silent, Maddox probably thought I didn't want to go, and quickly persuaded me, "Ms. Chancey, the cook bought fresh ingredients early this morning. By the way, our chef is currently the best Michelin chef in New York. Ms. Valeria and Mr. Krish will love it..." Maddox suddenly paused. He saw a figure not far away and was taken aback. "Ms. Melany..."

Which I know can't be true, given this is my first time seeing him use the stove or any appliance besides the fridge. The majority of our nights, it's the private chef manning the kitchen solo, meal prepping for us and cooking a wide variety of fresh dinners— beef wellington, risotto, fish, Indian and Italian cuisine, and dishes I've never heard of. I've eaten like a true queen by the hands of an ex-Michelin Star chef for the past month and a half. Stealing the spatula from him, I unfold the burnt side, unstick the eggs around the rim and fold the omelet correctly.

From his spiky bleached hair to his flaming skull tattoos, he looked more like he belonged in a rock band than a kitchen. "I'm Chef Blaze," he announced, his voice carrying a hint of a British accent. "And for the next three hours, I'll be teaching you how to nourish your growing family with cuisine that's both delicious and nutritious." As I scanned the room, I spotted two familiar faces that made me do a double-take. "Cathy? Melissa? What are you two doing here?" Cathy bounced over, her enthusiasm palpable. "Surprise! We couldn't let you two have all the fun. Plus, I figured I should probably learn how to cook something other than microwave popcorn."

She looked at Caleb and returned to her previous gentle attitude. “Caleb, you haven't been here for three years, so you probably don't know that this restaurant has a new head chef. He came back after studying in New Zealand. There’s a dish that I believe should suit your tastes.” She took the menu as if it was her lifeline. Caleb remained calm. There was no other expression on his face. His gaze was indifferent, and he did not refuse or respond to her. ‘Some people may seem cold, but they’re actually sharp-witted. It’s difficult to deal with that type.

Gianna the 3rd and my only girl among my quadruplets shrill like a Siren as we are all having breakfast. Her immediate younger brother Griffin also adds, “me too mommy!” I breaks into a cheeky grin like a kid on Christmas, as I watch them flee the table. They leaves the dining and comes back with their gifts. Gianna hands me a very beautiful sketch. A portrait of me in chef attire holding a spatula. My heart flusters as I stares at the sketch. I had never loved my new career as a chef this much as I’m feeling right now! For the past five years, I’d studied culinary art and I became CEO to one of Tristian’s continental Resturants here in LA. It’s part of my Revenge Plan against Carlton.