Tyrant Chef Novels & Stories

I'll blind any eyes that dares to glance. TBC Hey guys.... don't forget to vote on Tyrant Master and I. Vote and comment. Xoxo I love you all so fucking much! And don't forget to visit my book Oath bounded to a Mobster in NovelNow. Here's a sneak peak... Chapter 1 Henley I folded my hands as I leaned on the coffee machine, the mop handle nudged my stomach but I didn't budge. I had long finished mopping and cleaning the top floor.

It was in the corner of the restaurant, almost hidden away from the rest and empty, except for us. "Champagne?", Lysandre asked Mr. Beaumont, not me. "Do you even need to ask?", Mr. Beaumont raised a brow at him with an amused glint in his eyes. The waiter quickly disappeared. Mr. Beaumont went around the table and pulled out the chair for me. "Thank you", I mumbled. A tall, handsome man with brown curls and a clean shaved face swooped to our table, handing out the menus. "For starters I recommend your usual choice, Mr. Beaumont. Naturally we'll put twice the amount for free."

Their jaws dropped also with their eyes enlarged. "Ceiser?" "General Tyrone?" "W-What is happening? Are you a traitor, General Tyrone?!" Zaykee yelled with furrowed brows. "Yeah, I am a traitor," General Tyrone answered easily as if he was just sharing his name. "But why!?" Zaykee shouted with his veins popping in his left temple. "It is none of your business," He replied. "So, you know about the foods?" Astrid asked while maintaining her temper.

I slapped my face one more time before falling into the bed. ‘How about we take her on a date?’ Tyrant asked. “Date?” I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling now. “What kind of date?” I sat up while he paced in the back of my head. ‘Well, every woman loves food. We have to make sure there is plenty of food. We get her a dress and send a car to her. She will melt at this gesture.’ He came forward with excitement. I nodded. “Okay. Okay. I like this. I can do all of this.” I got up and went to my laptop to browse the list of restaurants with food. What kind of food does she like? Okay, there would be a menu, I can get that. ‘Dresses, don't forget the dresses!’

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

Oakley never expected that one day, he’d be tired of coming across his favorite idol, but this feeling, he has already experienced it, thanks to Albrey. What about famous chefs? Every day, Oakley can’t help being eager for the day's menu while being worried that his careful diet has been tossed into the air. He can’t help being afraid that he might soon end up gaining pounds while the cruel President Albrey keeps his own fit build. Sigh. But how can he fight it? Well, anyway, to satisfy this little thing, Albrey won't hesitate before doing anything. That’s the kind of life Oakley is living these days.

Her leftovers after feeding are my meals, but one thing she doesn't know is that I prepare the meal in a big quantity and then hide the remaining after serving her. I would say that it's the reason I became overweight is because I ate with greediness due to the fact Kiah wants me to starve. I fed secretly in a way that if feeding was the only benefit I would get from my family….then so be it. I accepted that I was an orphan because our parents were searching for me…but I didn't plot the accident, and the main culprit here should be Tyrion who deceived me.

But as she watched him disappear into the shadows, she had the terrible feeling that she had just been outplayed by a master manipulator. Ryker's words still echoed in her mind as she wondered what he would do next. What did he mean by "not a tasty meal for Jethro"? Was he insinuating that Jethro was in some kind of danger? Or was this another one of Ryker's twisted games? Tunisha's mind had never been more afire with so many questions and anger as Ryker disappeared into the night. Adrenaline pumped wildly through her body, and her only conscious need was to catch him and make him pay for his arrogance and for playing games with her.

"I need ten minutes to stabilize the pressure. If I can't do it by then, the Atuabo II injectors will reach critical mass and level three city blocks in Ghana." As Elena began to rewire the ancient console, the sound of tires screeching on gravel echoed from outside. "They're here," Killian said, his voice like dry ice. He didn't look back at her. He stepped out into the rain, a lone figure in a bespoke suit, standing against a fleet of black tactical SUVs. He was the Tycoon, the King of the Empire, but in this moment, he was a soldier protecting the woman who held the key to his survival.

SPECIAL CHAPTER CONT'D * * Tyr stands outside the meeting tent, his heart keeps melting into his chest. He'd only wanted to prove his bravery to Soral, but now, his feet are taut with the urge to flee. “I want to meet the C-Chief,” He stammers nervously to the warriors outside, who exchange looks, recognising the omega as Rene's good friend. Tyr's fingers are clenched in determination as they lead him into the beast's lair.