Trolls Chef Novels & Stories

Tiny proudly stated. Chef is the best when it comes to cooking top-notch cuisine. He takes his profession seriously. But just like the rest of the members of El Latro, he too has a double life. The chef enjoyed torturing people and squeezing information out of them. He used different techniques to make our captives talk. He loves mutilating people and watching them bleed to death. That's the reason why he is also known as the "butcher." "Nice to finally meet you in person, boss." The chef removes his gloves and extends his hand for a handshake.

There was a big troll cart on his back. “Oh so you're here” He pulled the cart and push it inside. With that, the three realize what was inside those troll cart. It was a pile of food that is a variety. He asked Kim to prepare all of those for a short time. Thanks to kim's unimaginable connections she had complete success in preparing all of those things even if it is not prepared well. But then it is not bad since the price for her completing the task that Oliver gave to her was double of her payment.

Fuck I can't I was with that fool all day but I was consistently thinking about Rolland, it's a new feeling that has not happened to me for the past years of our marriage, how do I make up with him, what do I do to make up with him, I thought of thousands of things but none is working when suddenly I thought of making his favorite meal, but then I don't even know what Rolland favorite meal is? I need to ask the chef in the kitchen, I'm probably sure that they are going to know, I stood up and walked straight to the kitchen, I met the head chef of the Ivanovs v family which was an elderly lady that has been a Chef of the Ivanov family for a very long time, but now she has so many other assist

she responded as they laughed together. "Hold on... Who could this? It's so yummy!" "Guess!" "Could be one of your chefs. Can I see her or him? She asked. "It's definitely my greatest chef and he's off to work." Stella Harris responded as she winked at her manager. Opening her mouth wide in shock, Kira Lopez found it hard to believe. "Master Chris can cook?" she asked, shocked. "He does the most cooking." Stella Harris confirmed. "Oh my gosh! These are beautiful!" Kira Lopez praised as she took out a spoon and started munching on them alongside Stella Harris.

Marianna whispered to me but I simply nodded at her and picked up my phone. "Come in." I said into the receiver after speed dialing the first number. "What are you trying to pull here?" Antonia asked sharply, already writhing in her chair. "Wait, you'll see it now. In three, two, one..." I snapped my fingers and Travis walked in, wheeling a trolley of savory dishes. Travis was a chef I met on one of my many travels years ago, but Marianna did not need to know that little detail. Right now, he was the only person I could trust with our food.

And Chris—barefoot, wearing a wildly patterned shirt and holding a spatula like a microphone—greeted us like royalty. “My favorite trauma buddies!” he cried, hugging us both. “Welcome to the soft launch of my emotional stability.” “You’ve redecorated,” Damian noted, impressed. “I had a coupon and a mental breakdown. Target heals.” I laughed. “What’s cooking?” Chris winked. “Risotto. Mushroom, truffle, butter—basically seduction in a pan.” Guests trickled in. Old colleagues. A few fellow chefs. Everyone had stories, drinks, and that quiet gratitude you only find among people who’ve known pain.

Rori nodded and ducked her head, trying to hide the slight pink blush playing at her cheeks, and was thankful when Destiny spoke up again, taking the attention from Rori. “So what’s a troll gotta do to get some grub around here...you guys sure did take your time this morning.” Destiny looked around the gallery and noticed that every spectrul was standing by, but no food was being prepared. The young troll raised an eyebrow as she watched the specrul’s fuss over the still distraught newcomer and crossed her arms, “Hello!'' she sang “Destiny to spectruls am I coming in clear.” Rori looked up as Destiny cupped her mouth with her hands and almost yelled at the top of her lungs “come in spectruls

He asked. He turned to his group. "These are my envoys. This includes my three finest chefs. I also have my royal taster and my guards." Stone pointed to a tall, muscular man with a scarred face. "This is Chef Fenris." Stone said. "He is the finest male chef in this time. Some people call him the master chef." He pointed to a thin man with a very long nose. "And this is Chef Varg." Stone added. "He has cooked to a point that he can no longer taste food. Just from the aroma he can predict the taste."

"Oh and sir... if you don't mind me telling... the queen is allergic to mushrooms. So please don't add it." "Sure." Troy pursed his lips and nodded his head innocently, while the devil inside him was grinning happily. As soon as the head chef left, without suspecting anything Troy sneekily caught hold of a packet of cooked mushroom, and sliced them very finely. He then sprinkled the fine pieces in the sandwiches and also in the curries. He then quickly cleaned all the evidence, by the time the chef returned and was inoocently cooking the white sauce. "I hope the queen likes the meal." He turned to look at the chef, pretending to be much nervous.

He nodded and looked back down to his phone. "What do you need him for, you got me here to keep you protected," I said smiling at him. His face hardened some telling me I said something he didn't like. "I don't need protection darling." He said sharply. "It was a joke boss," I said getting up from the chair I was sitting him. It didn't make sense that I was offended by his response, but for some reason, I felt defensive as well. "I am going to go see how Henry is fairing with his army-sized meal." I didn't wait for a response before walking out of the door and heading toward the kitchen. I stood in the doorway for a moment before speaking. I remember the first day I got out of that room and