Novel Chef Novels & Stories

Nadia began. "You have the Ghost Chef," Julian reminded her quietly. "The Ghost Chef is the story the culinary world has been building for fifteen years," Nadia countered. "It is a myth. It is a mystery. It is very successful." She paused, her dark eyes flicking between Julian and Aurora. "But that is not the story I am interested in presenting anymore," Nadia stated firmly. Aurora felt the floor shift beneath her. "What story are you looking for?" Nadia looked directly at Aurora. "You two cook like people who have been in the same kitchen for years."

Everything he did was smooth and effortless, like he’d repeated the routine hundreds of times before. She found herself staring. “You’ve done this before,” she said. Kael glanced over his shoulder. “A few times.” “A few?” Nova scoffed. “You look like a professional.” He simply shrugged and continued stirring the pan. Nova watched him slice another ingredient with impressive speed. “Seriously… were you a chef before the world went to hell?” A quiet laugh escaped Kael. “No.” “You sure?” “I’m sure.” “Because I’m starting to feel underdressed for a cooking show.”

"You've read it?" “Not just yet.” However, I have it on my list. At her look, he shrugged. "What? Are chefs incapable of reading literary fiction? "I just didn't expect..." Embarrassed, she trailed off. "That I'd know who Kazuo Ishiguro is?" He smiled without offense. "I may not have a literature degree, but I do read more than cookbooks." Grace's cheeks were heated. "I apologize. I was being presumptuous. "Forgiven." He picked up their plates. "I should get ready for work."

“O-okay, that’s... dramatic. I like it.” He nodded once, crisp like a man who irons his soul every morning. Behind him, a tiny woman shuffled forward—half my size, round as a cookie, eyes sharp as a hawk. “Annabelle. Head chef. Your meals will be warm, balanced, and blessed by flavor gods,” she barked. “Lactose, gluten, or poison intolerance I should know about?” “…None. I think.” “Good. I already planned seven rotating menus based on your age, bloodline, and tragic backstory.”

“I’ve been working, Uncle! I’ve been proving myself as a Pastry Chef. I’ve been refining the dessert menu and making his kitchen better. I can’t just go rummaging through his private binders! The kitchen is under intense surveillance; the recipe books are locked up tight.” “Locked up tight? Oh, please! Are you telling me that after two months of charming the socks off that stick-in-the-mud, you haven’t managed to copy one single recipe? Is this about the money, Chloe? I’ll double the reward! Just get me what I need!”

I can see that there are many foods to be cooked aJef’'s kitchen seems to be a market with all the ingredients you’ll need for cooking. I cooked immediately because I am so focused cooking… with heart of course. I am doing all things with heart… not mad because it would be a disaster if you are doing it not in mood. WARNING: Hi Readers! Please don’t unlock the succeeding chapters. I need to edit some grammatical errors and please do understand. If this note has been removed, you may now continue! Thank you and have a happy new year! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

But fuck… It was worth it. “Find out The Chef’s base. We are paying him a visit tomorrow.” I barked at Kaito who was still facing the dining room. “Already did. He owns a restaurant in Worthing. Specializes in fish dishes. He became famous after he caught his underboss selling him to his enemies, then chopped him into pieces and cooked him, before serving the said enemies food made out of his flesh. Apparently, that shook the entire underworld.” And I was not even aware of it.

Tiny proudly stated. Chef is the best when it comes to cooking top-notch cuisine. He takes his profession seriously. But just like the rest of the members of El Latro, he too has a double life. The chef enjoyed torturing people and squeezing information out of them. He used different techniques to make our captives talk. He loves mutilating people and watching them bleed to death. That's the reason why he is also known as the "butcher." "Nice to finally meet you in person, boss." The chef removes his gloves and extends his hand for a handshake.

"Chef Geneva won Master chef season 1023." He nodded and pulled up his invisible collar as we both laughed. He took a seat just beside me and said with a confident tone, "Now, taste it and praise me while you are at it." I scoffed and tasted the soup. Damn it was amazing. I looked at him with a pair of surprised eyes as he raised his chin in the air. He just knew he made it real good. "How do you even know to cook!" I said not hiding my shocked tone. "Well, you can say I am a man with every talent." He bragged and I giggled again while shaking my head.

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.