The Bear Chef Luca Novels & Stories

His glare would have scared anyone else but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing and to my surprise, he chuckled too. I sat and took a bite. It was burnt but edible. It wasn’t terrible, though the chef definitely did it better. “Why are you awake so early?” I asked, chewing slowly. “I need to handle a few things at work,” he said casually as he watched my every move. His jaw tightened when I struggled through another bite. “Maybe I should’ve made something else. I thought I’d try my luck with this… but clearly, it didn’t go as planned.” “It’s… surprisingly sweet of you, Luca, I never thought you’d be so kind to make me breakfast,” I said softly, unable to stop my eyes from looking at his fac

Then Luca comes as a british man who wants to apply for a job as a secretary to Jacob. "You've known my father that long? Why have we never met before?” Luca smiled a little at Calistha as he cut his steak calmly. Actually, he had always been watching Calistha from a distance, pretending to be someone else she didn't know so that she wouldn't notice his presence. Jacob is a man who is very protective of his daughter. It was a fact that Calistha had never realized all this time. So, Luca plays a spy whose job is to keep an eye on Calistha while admiring her from a distance. Honestly it's a little tricky. Jacob orders Luca to make sure that Calistha is safe from his enemies without the woman k

And I believed him. That night, we made dinner together. The villa glowed with lamplight, the windows open to let in the sound of waves. I chopped vegetables while Luca stood beside me, humming under his breath. He wasn’t the same man who once commanded fear in every room he entered. Here, he was just Luca — patient, quiet, occasionally clumsy with the knife but trying his best. “You’re cutting those too thick,” I teased. He raised a brow. “You sure about that, Chef?”

The screen broken! “YOU... YOU BROKEN MY CELL PHONE!” I scream with him, while trying to answer the call, but the touch screen is broken. “WHAT HELL!” “Calm down, girl! I can fix it.” He took the cell phone from my hand and tried to fix it. “Yeah, it's broken!” He dropped the phone. ”ARE YOU CRAZY? IT’S MY PHONE!” I looked at the stupid monster and recognized him immediately. It was Luca Bianchi, son of the owner of the house. I had seen him a few times in person. I even remember interacting with him when I was younger. But except for parties and special occasions, he didn't go there much.

His attention moved to me and he smiled "Good morning." "Morning, what are you cooking?" I asked sitting on the bench "Cooking. I figured if you wake up you’ll be so hungry so why not cook for you." He said plating my food I was about to speak when the others walked out of their tent, Karim suddenly chipped into the conversation "What about us? You know we are hungry too, you didn’t cook for us?" "I have steak that can be enough for all of you but as for the sauce to go with it, you’ll have to find your way out," Luca said handing me a bowl of steak, a side salad, and sauce. I thanked him for it.

she smiled. "Of course. I talk quickly when I'm not thinking about making sure everyone understands me," Lucas continued. "It's caused several arguments with my younger broth-" "Monsieur Beladir, you have an apology waiting at the theater door, main entrance. The chef of tonight's meal has come himself." The server had returned.

Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars. Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brush

Luca stammered, his thick accent getting heavier with the stress, "The chef... he is stubborn like a mule. He says he only cooks for his own tables on a Friday night. He says his grandmother’s recipe is a sacred thing—" "Tell him his grandmother’s recipe is about to be extinct if he doesn't get his ass in the kitchen at the villa in twenty minutes! Use my name, Luca! Use the 'I will burn your village to the ground' name." "S-si, Don Rino. Capito. Flowers, the old wine, the stubborn chef... I am on it like a seagull on a piece of focaccia. But the music... you want the quartet to play the opera stuff? Or the sappy songs that make the tourists cry?"

Marco stood stoically behind him, holding a silver tray with a giant metal dome cover. "We were the executive culinary team, Doc!" Luca announced proudly, striking a pose. "Marco was on steak duty, Alex handled the reduction sauce, and I... I am the master of spices!" Dante shot Luca a look cold enough to freeze the ocean. "Luca. Serve the food and shut up." "Yes, Capo!" Luca squeaked, quickly stepping forward and pulling off the silver dome with a grand flourish. "Behold! Wagyu steak with truffle reduction and roasted asparagus!"

The chef brings in a tray and sets it down on the small dining table in his room. Luca turns around to look at me, I thought he was going to hit me back or let the guards take me. Sit and let's eat together, you are hungry. He said smiling. He face was as fresh as the roses in his garden I had seen earlier through the window curtains. He had cleaned up the mess I created on his face. He wears a calm look as if nothing had happened. Why didn't you hit me? I asked curiously. I already told you, If I start it I won't stop. We have a long way to go. He stole a glance at me expecting a reaction.