Total Drama Island Chef Novels & Stories

Not wanting to wake her up 'cause I didn't give her enough sleep last night, I kissed her lightly on the lips and went to the kitchen. I carried my laptop with me. Setting it down on the counter, I turned it on, preparing a video call with my best friend, Malcolm. "Hey man." "King! What's up! Two months later and you finally called me back." "I was on a reality TV show. What's the name again? Should be Love Isle. I told you." "Damn, for real? I thought you were bluffing "I wasn't. The show is over "That's cool. When are you returning to work? Wait..." He got closer to the screen. "You've gained extra weight. What happened? Gotten over Belle...or you've found a new woman?"

“Nope. Not at all. I’m just cooking dinner for me and Leandro. I was actually about to call you first, but you beat me to it.” I heard her let out a long sigh of relief on the other end. “Wait. Why are you cooking? Don’t you have restaurants or fast food around there? Leandro really made you his personal chef, huh?” she teased, breaking into laughter. I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “There’s nothing around here! We’re on a private island, Trina—” “Private island?!” she practically shrieked, disbelief dripping from her tone. “What are you two doing there? Don’t tell me you’re calling it a business meeting!”