Romans & histoires The Bear Chef Luca

"Who made these courses?" "Chef Brooks, Baby" Luca answered teasingly before leaving the room to fetch the food. Kit sipped on her champagne and took in the view as she waited for Luca to return. She sighed happily, almost giddy with how happy she was. "Voila!" Luca announced in an over-the-top French accent as he placed two bowls on the table. Kit sniffed at the bowl curiously, her expression morphing into one of appreciation. "You made chicken soup? I love chicken soup!"

My halibut practically melted beneath my fork, perfectly cooked and covered in a delicate lemon butter sauce that made me question every life decision that had previously kept me from ordering fish. Luca watched me take the first bite. Then smiled. "Worth destroying Hannah?" I closed my eyes dramatically. "Worth starting wars." He laughed. And once again, I found myself staring. Because this version of Luca still surprised me. The billionaire. The blackmailer. The visionary building an impossible city. The man who laughed with his whole chest and looked genuinely happy simply watching me enjoy dinner. I didn't understand how all those pieces fit together. Perhaps they didn't. Perhaps nobody

Smells of food linger in the air and he hums "It's your welcome party if you don't like the food please pretend. She studied to be a chef and well it didn't fall through because I kidnapped her but it's history" he says as we walk into a dining hall "Luca what are you saying to the poor girl she looks frightened" a lady walks over to me "Hi I'm Myra, welcome to my home I'll do everything I can to make you comfortable," she says grabbing my hands in hers. Myra looks like she's in her late twenties meanwhile Luca is in his early forties

Javier states flatly, not sounding the least bit surprised. Luca glares at the mess he'd made “It… slipped?” He voices out slowly. He'd clearly seen it. And it looked like Javier had let go, intentionally. His eyes linger on Javier who shrugs sheepishly. It seems Javier no longer puts effort into whether his lies are believable or not. “Yeah, it slipped” He deadpans. “I'm so hungry, you don’t mind sharing yours, right?” Luca doesn't get to decide whether or not to because Javier’s already sliding beside him, with a spoon made of wood in his hand which he dips into Luca's bowl.

Luca looks at me. "I'm guessing you like spaghetti?" I nod. "It's one of my favorite dishes." He chuckles. "It's Dex's favorite too." I smile. Dex pulls out a chair and motions for me to sit. I smile and sit down. He pushes it in a bit and sits next to me as Luca sits on my other side. I look at Dex as Luca starts to eat his food. "Not that I'm complaining but why don't you have cooks? Why was Luca cooking?" Dex chuckles and looks at Luca.

"Why hasn't the chef answered yet? Is there a problem in France?" *** Luke Lucasio has arrived in an Asian country. He has to meet a woman who dared to threaten him with the words child and Luke Lucasio's pack secrets. "What's her name?" asked Luke, now wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He walked faster than Joe to the car after leaving the inn. "Liana Maladia, Alpha. We checked the point where she sent the message." "Where is it now?" "This point is at Liana Maladia's house, but according to my data, this woman works as a cook in one of Alpha's French restaurants."

If I wanted answers—real answers—I’d have to get close to Luca. Luca Del Vecchio. His name had been whispered in every corner of this city—the billionaire who threw extravagant charity galas by day and ran the city’s underworld by night. No one said it outright, of course. You didn’t accuse Luca of anything if you wanted to live to see the sunrise.

She lowered her voice as they approached near them. The private elevator door was already opened. They shuffled in. Romero and Nico followed them. " Romero, why don't you tell your sister in law who you are exactly?" He said he took his phone out and ran his thumb over the display. She glanced at the screen to read them but couldn't understand the Portuguese language. Romero smiled and glanced at her, "Hello, sister in law. I'm Romero De Luca. I'm the CEO of De Luca security companies." She grinned and shook his head to stop him, "I don't know you're the CEO. I don't know if you're that famous. I don't read magazines and watch television. But I was aware of the company. I was expecting an ol

Emiliano laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll behave.” We took our seats at the long table. I found myself between Luca and Emiliano’s wife, a kind-eyed woman named Elisa who immediately began asking me gentle questions about how Luca and I met. I did my best to answer without sounding like a complete impostor. Across the table, Luca watched me with a lazy sort of amusement. He knew how out of place I felt here and he was clearly enjoying every second. When the first course arrived, he leaned closer, brushing his mouth against my ear.

she said. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he replied softly, smiling at her affectionately. Then his gaze shifted to me, and he cleared his throat and adjusted himself. “Miss Lunardez,” he addressed me formally, “how are you settling in?” Before I could respond, Mama Rosa interjected. “Oh, my pumpkin, you’ve chosen a worthy replacement. Lily is a talented cook.” “Come,” she said, holding on to his arm and leading him to the dining area. She signal to me and I immediately understood, I dished a traditional Italian food, Osso buco with saffron risotto, and set it on the table before him.