Top Chef Novels & Stories

He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. "I'm Mason, assistant to the CEO. The chef is already waiting for you. This way please." I followed Mason through the hotel to the back kitchens and into another area I had not yet seen. We stopped short of a door, which read the words 'Leon Knightly, Head Chef.' The aroma was intensifying. I could only imagine what it was like inside. I inhaled and prepared myself as Mason knocked on the door before opening it. Leon's scent wafted through and hit me directly, almost sending me backward.

“Now come on. Sit down, let me serve you before Kyle eats it all.” I pull out a chair, still in slight disbelief, and watch as he ladles a generous portion of Bolognese onto my plate. Steam curls up, carrying that rich tomato and meat aroma that makes my stomach rumble. “You did all this?” I ask, genuinely impressed. He smirks, shrugging casually, though I know it’s meant to be modest. “What? Who says a CEO can’t cook?” I laugh softly, the sound feeling strange and light in the kitchen. “Who would have thought? Mr. Billionaire, cutthroat in the boardroom, is secretly a master chef in the kitchen.”

“Since the entire crew has just finished shooting, everyone’s worked hard. Today, Cynthia and I are hosting a banquet for all the fans and crew who’ve supported us to express our gratitude.” He continued, “I’ve specifically invited the internationally renowned chef, George Brown, to prepare today’s feast.” This announcement was met with gasps of astonishment. George Brown was a Michelin three-star chef, the highest-rated in French culinary history and the longest-standing record-holder in Michelin’s history. His restaurants were spread globally, with reservations often requiring a year in advance. The fact that Samuel had managed to secure him was nothing short of extraordinary. The crowd bu

Even though my head still hurts, I have to get up, I ruined his interview again, I was sloppy in front of him, I went straight to the kitchen and baked, then I turned on the TV, I was happily baking when I heard his name who was on TV so I stopped, I saw him and he was alone. "This high-profile American-Spanish-Filipino chef and businessman is most celebrated in the culinary industry. Didn't they always say that a devoted student was worth a hundred teachers? From his undying wish of being a footballer, destiny planned differently for this culinary magician who resorted to being a chef after being injured during football. The only chef in the Philippines or let's say nationwide having receiv

“It is all right,” his parents confirmed, and climbed the staircase hand in hand. “Good day, Young Master. Is there anything you want us to do?” Chef Carl, the thirty years Head of the Chefs, greeted. “Good day to you, Chef Carl. I wish to find out if you are through with my package.” “Yes, Young Master. You can have a look.” Then, Chef Carl signalled him to the packed food and snacks, and he was pleased with them.

The doors open and the chef comes in with a server pushing in a trolley of meals and another bringing in the wine. Cass's mouth opened, Chef Zeke was the chef. He owned the most expensive restaurant in the city and here he was making a private meal that she was going to enjoy, This is the life. Marcus saw the ecstatic look on Cass's face and made a mental note to have Chef Zeke over to make dinner for her.

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..."

Entering the main cuisine, we were greeted by the head chef who introduced himself as Chef Aldous Fritzerg, a French chef. "Nice to meet you, doctors." Georgina and I shared a look before we both give him our nice to meet you too smile and asked for the young bellboys that they have. His brows knitted together with the question and asked us why we were asking. Georgina nudged me, signaling me to do an alibi since I am good at it. And thanks for the stress pill and camomile tea I took this morning, my emotions didn't overcome me. Instead, I overcome it.

Haylee asked more about the chef. "Yes... Kevin is the Head Chef. He and Steven are both Master Chefs, so I hired them both to be my chefs at the penthouse. It's just that Kevin had more culinary experiences than Steven, that's why I make him the Head Chef. Why are you asking so much about them?" Niel got irritated a bit. "I'm not. You're the one who explained it in so detail to me. I'm just asking if Chef Steven worked here too. That's all," Haylee defended herself.

And then down to the boxers that reach just above my knees—at the expense of me rolling them up a dozen times, a small smile pulls at his lips. "Chicken Alfredo?" He asks, I nod taking a seat by the counter. He turns around and takes out some plates, I watch him as he serves, I swear you'd think he took culinary classes. He is so precise on how to plate the food even though it's a short late dinner. He places a plate infront of me, the aroma filling my nose, making my mouth water and my stomach grumble. I blush in embarassment. He smiles and takes a seat next to me, we're so close that with every breath I can feel a part of his hot skin brush against my shoulder.