Twin Chefs Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

My stomach rumbles in appreciation. In the kitchen, Nathan stands at the stove, shirtless, wearing the apron that says ‘Kiss the Chef – or else’, his back muscles flexing slightly as he flips something in a pan. The twins are sat atop the counter, kicking their feet, arguing over who gets the bigger pancake. “Morning.” I yawn, walking in. Nathan turns with a smile that could melt glaciers and defrost an ice age. “You slept in.” “Had to recover from the brutal betrayal of last night’s charades. You all ganged up on me.”

Denzel smiled warmly, "We've all had our share of mishaps. Remember Kris's infamous 'midnight snack' incident?" Kris's eyes widened in mock horror, "You wouldn't dare share that story!" Kate teased, "Oh, come on, Kris, it's a classic!" As the conversation flowed, Ember and Ash, Claudine and Denzel's rambunctious twins, chased each other around the tables, their shrieks of delight blending with the adults' laughter. The room pulsed with joy, friendships, and shared memories, a testament to the love and camaraderie that filled their lives.

They were making sure the Twins had no idea they were approaching killing silently without guns they surrounded the compound like a deadly shadow. The Twins had dismissed their Security Teams worries saying the Patrols had probably gone out of cell phone distance, and there were hotspots around the area where you could not receive a signal. They told the Security Chief to contact them in a few hours if they still hadn’t heard anything and went back to Tash’s room. She was curled on the floor of her cage shivering her eyes feverish and her lips were turning blue but they were so lust fuelled the Twins did not notice. Dragging her out by her hair she was flung onto the floor again, ‘Now then

Chapter 34 “So movie night!” Mia calls out as we gather onto the sectional with Sky and I taking the comfortable right corner so we can both stretch out. The twins had not cooked us a simple dinner like Alice had stated. Instead the room smelt like lemon chicken, fried rice and Asian mixed vegetables with a pile of spring rolls waiting for our return after a shower and a change of clothes. They also made the men do the dishes which amused me the most. Watching Max and Adam – two men built close to body builders – hunch over the sink cleaning the diner dishes was the most amusing thing to have happened since my return to the Palace.

“Hey.” “Hey,” I reply, the word softer than I intend. For a second, it was just that simple and unspoken. But it carries more than it should do. I wheel him over to where the twins are sitting, still thinking about that kiss we shared last night as I sat back down in my chair. Then Wren clears her throat loudly. “And who,” sitting up straighter, “might this be?” I blink and laugh over my stupidity. “Right, sorry. Greg, this is Wren and Robin. The twins whose family owns this place. Also known as the chaos twins.”

How beautiful she thought. Valerie walks back out of the bathroom and sat on her bed wishing her mates would be there already. The sun was already setting and her wolf whimpered. She lays down on the bed and eventually, she falls asleep. ☀☾☀ The twins head down the hall to their and their new mate's room realizing it was well past dark. Their conversation about this new change lasted longer than they thought it would. They weren't sure what to do considering that her pack was from the Nighthowler's pack. They didn't know how they would be able to talk to her Alpha. Everyone knew he was a selfish prick who didn't deserve his title. The only reason he had his title was that everyone in his pac

The penthouse kitchen quickly turned into a lively hub of activity. The children’s excited chatter filled the space as Mercy moved around the island, sleeves rolled up, mixing batter with practiced ease. Tray and Tracy hovered closest, standing on their tiptoes to peer into the bowl. “You really make the best pancakes?” Tracy asked, eyes wide with anticipation. Mercy smiled down at her. “I promised, didn’t I? Chocolate chips for everyone who helps stir.” The twins cheered and immediately reached for the bag of chocolate chips. Oliver, Sofia, and Lily joined in, their small hands carefully adding ingredients under Mercy’s gentle guidance. Flour dusted the counter, and laughter bubbled up ever

“I had a nightmare last night. Andrei told me he didn’t want to take over his father’s pack. He is considering moving here permanently. And that’s not bad news, but I always dreamt of leaving here. I love it... I just hate knowing Mom is close. It’s so stupid, but when I went to sleep, I dreamt of dad. He was screaming about how ungrateful I am, trying to grab me and force me back to that wretched place. I haven’t dreamt of him in so long it scared me awake, and I might have freaked Andrei out. He’s never experienced one of our nightmares. He didn’t know what to do.” Does it ever stop? The dreams of that man. I hope he’s dead. I hope someone broke into the pack, attacked him while he begged

I looked around the kitchen and the breakfast nook, where Tobias was sitting with his overflowing plate of food, but I didn’t see the twins. “Where are the twins?” I asked nervously, my voice going a little high. “They should be in the nursery, Smith is with them” she answered over her shoulder as she flipped another pancake. “Thank you” I called and headed out of the kitchen. I was about to head up the stairs but was stopped before I climbed the first step. “Zelena” Lunaya called from the library door. I groaned and turned to look at her. “Can we talk please?” she asked as she fiddled with her fingers.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.