Top Chef Novels & Stories

"Are you sure you prepared this?" "Yep...you're talking to the greatest Chef of all time.” "Oh really?" I ate more of the pasta and soon, I started sweating profusely. It was as if my tongue was on fire. "Greatest Chef...the pepper on this meal is killing.” I let out, sipping more Champagne. He sighed. “I really put in more effort this time" I glanced at him and smiled. "It's not bad. Spicy meals are my favorite.” I said, finishing up my meals.

Nina's POV: --- I could feel the stares of disbelief from everyone in the room, their expressions shifting between shock and humiliation. Alexas smug confidence had finally crumbled, her face paling as Mr. Donald, our host, made the announcement. With these pieces of evidence presented, I would like to officially recognize the lady standing beside Mr. Mark Santiago as the one and only Miss Nina McDonald. She is also known globally as Miss Miriam, the top chef in New York and a culinary icon. Lets give her the recognition she deserves!Mr. Donalds authoritative voice rang out across the hall.

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.

James just smiled at the organizer. "Excuse me, Miss Abigail," said a chef who approached them carrying a new tray of food. Everyone turned to look at him. "I'm sorry for the confusion with your meal. Our special chef prepared this for you," the chef said as he placed the tray on the table. "Special chef?" everyone at the table said simultaneously. "I'm fine really----" "No!" the chef said quickly. "He will fire us all if you don't eat dinner tonight," he added. Abigail looked around upon hearing the chef's statement. There was only one person she knew capable of such a thing, but she didn't see Edward anywhere.

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.

He gestured toward the chef. I greeted him politely, forcing a calm exterior. But Gerrard's expression flickered ever so slightly. He his eyes at me, confused. My pulse jumped. Had I said something wrong? Gerrard frowned slightly at my reaction before giving me an encouraging smile. "Lily, don’t you remember? This is Chef Marcel DuPont. He’s one of the finest culinary masters in France… and not just that, he was one of your instructors back at your culinary school. You even wrote on one of your social media posts that you admired him and looked up to him. I was expecting more excitement."

” He nodded as if it was nothing. Chef Gio was a well known chef. Some even called him the best Chef in Argentina. He owned his own restaurant and he also does outdoor services but he was always booked for the year, before a year even starts. “You got Chef Gio to prepare lunch for you?” I asked. “For us.” He corrected. “I wanted to make you lunch myself but I was busy with work all morning so I had him prepare all these.” I eyed him.”Why do you keep lying about cooking?” “I’m not lying. There is absolutely nothing I can’t cook.”