Trolls Chef Novels & Stories

But then, as the truffles come into my possession, the sous chef’s face morphs into something unreadable, and suddenly, he’s cradling his wrist, howling in pain. “You wrenched my wrist! You hurt me!” he cries out. I stand there, truffles in hand, shocked. “I did no such thing! I didn’t even touch you!” His cries echo off the pantry walls, drawing eyes toward us like moths to a flame. The room falls deathly silent, save for his accusations. The camera swivels in our direction, eager to capture this drama for live television. “Look, everyone, I didn’t touch him! He’s lying!” I protest, holding out the truffles as evidence of his deceit. “He was swapping the ingredients. He took the black truff

Grace gave a nervous laugh beside me. "Trust me, you have no idea. This is indeed un-fucking-believable." I muttered and he just grinned widely at both of us. "I'm Theodore Phillips aka Lonewolf. I'm a chef and not to brag but I technically own this restaurant. I assume you are Chaotic Soul from the blonde hair." He introduced himself to her and I just kept blinking rapidly, still trying to process what the actual fuck was going on. He owns this restaurant? Holy Fuck! I never would have guessed that he became a chef, let alone own a restaurant.

“Yes! I want to see it too!” Kael huffs, crossing his arms in exaggerated frustration. “Trolls are lame,” he grumbles, sinking back in his seat like he’s been betrayed. I can’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, champ. Two votes against one. Looks like it’s Trolls for the win—whatever that is.” The phone rings in my ear once, twice, and then clicks as Dante picks up. “Dante,” I say, keeping my tone neutral. “Yeah? What’s going on?” he responds, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

I drew the video close to my face for a clear view. In the kitchen, I was busy packing the food with the help of one of the kitchen workers that the chef requested to help me. Everything we did was playing. I was sure I could feel my heartbeat. He clearly saw everything. He saw me poison the food. I was about to look at him when I noticed something. After everything was set on the troll, someone left; The helper left. That was as I remembered, the reality, but the video showed that the guy was the one who left.

Slimes swarmed around our feet. “Where are the slimes going?” I asked. “Are they trying to escape from the lava?” “Why would they do that?” said the troll. “Slimes love lava. Love it. This lot are off to the kitchen. It’s nearly dinner time.” I had assumed the march of the slimes was due to the earthquakes, but apparently troll cooks had a method of summoning food like pizza delivery. “You eat slimes?” “Very tasty when they’re cooked.” “How do you cook something impervious to heat?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, my memories were all jumbled up and I couldn't see it completely. What I could vividly remember is the fact that there were four chefs in the kitchen. Mason was a sous chef, Drew was the executive chef and I was the saucier and Leon was the pastry chef." “Leon?“ Drew and Mason chorused. “Yeah, I heard you calling someone by that name. I don't even know who he is, “ Calvin said, shrugging his shoulders. “And you didn't think of telling either of us about these memories you had?“ Mason questioned. "I was planning on doing that after Drew cooked for me. It wasn't an easy task scaring Panda." Calvin whined. "I don't even know if what you did can be classified as a scare. You were just fil

Phillipa I got the fright of my life when the biggest boulder suddenly started to move and, in the blink of an eye, I was looking at a troll! “Your highness, welcome. I am Edgar. The ruler of the trolls.” His face was kind, but the thing I noticed first was how chubby his cheeks were! I had to fight with everything inside of me not to squeeze them! All around us, the rocks started to move, and their entire clan stood in front of us. I was positively gobsmacked! We didn’t have much information about the trolls.

Let me go test it out for you first! When Tobias arrived at Pollards Bistro, he was met with a shocking sight. Theodore was dressed in a black chef's uniform, and his hands were covered with sleek black kitchen gloves. Tobias' pupils shook slightly as his jaw fell wide open in shock. "Theo, what happened? Did you hit some kind of breaking point?" His son had an uncanny ability to master new skills at lightning speed. No matter what industry he touched, he always climbed to the top. But suddenly becoming a chef? The leap was so drastic that Tobias couldn't process it.

When he found out, he eagerly came back with an electric slow cooker, saying that he would cook for me and take care of me. I never thought the electric slow cooker would result in my death. Stuart, the friend I'd treated with nothing but the utmost sincerity, turned out to be a foolish yet wicked jackal. After I died, to avoid being held accountable for what had happened, Stuart pinned all the blame on me. He even started livestreaming, putting on a brave front for the audience.

The tattoo on his arm gives this man a masculine impression. He was wearing a body fit shirt, so that i could see his arm muscles that fit in the shirt with the shirt sleeves half rolled up. I was stunned to see him and he smiled at me... I realized. "Sorry, who are you?" I asked in surprise and hid my amazement "I'm Keaton Rollings, the new chef who will be taking the vacant position here, Ma'am" he said, bowing his head, politely "Oh, yes please sit down" I said while pointing to my hand at him to sit down I looked for his data in a pile of folders on my desk. Finally I found the one above that had been approved by the HRD department.