Trolls Chef Novels & Stories

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.

But I am aware that this thought is only being deceived by nature's beauty. “I know you are being amazed at what you see mate, but don't be fooled by that. Have you noticed that the scent abruptly changed? It's the troll's way to lure the people into the woods and eat them. Well, that's what the legends tell. I should know, been here since I first saw the light in this miserable world”, said the driver from the headquarters of IW. I was caught off guard by what he said, my interest is not on his words by how nature fooled me, but something about, “Trolls?”

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.

If she didn’t intervene soon, there may be a murder in her apartment. “Nothing,” Lucien said. “Damn right, nothing,” Tracy affirmed, backing down a bit. “But seriously, what the hell are you doing here? What the hell is he doing here?” she turned to Audrey . “And who is that?” she motioned towards the chef. “Yeah,” Audrey scratched the back of her head. “It’s been a pretty eventful few days. And that is Chef Lee Tung.” “Hello!” he greeted from the kitchen. “I’ll prepare another portion for your lovely friend, Mrs. Reynolds.”

“This is just to show that here at KF, family comes first and trust and transparency is taking over.” The wine turned sour in my throat. That wasn't a speech. That was a declaration of a coup. I clenched my fist. Lara was smiling and clapping along with the crowd. I finished the wine in my glass cup and dropped in on a passing tray. Then I headed towards the kitchen. Kylie could deceive everyone but I knew the truth – this idea was head chef's and she had no right to take it as hers. The kitchen was quiet when I walked in. Stoves were turned off and utensils were arranged in the open.

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