Tyrant Chef Novels & Stories

“If you live alone, then why so much space? Don't you get Lonely? She said, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat at the kitchen Island. “I like my space and peace. I don’t need anyone else around me”. That wasn’t completely true, but she didn’t need to know. She also didn’t need to know that she was the first woman I was bringing over to my house, and the first woman I would be cooking for. She wasn’t special. This was only for the bet. “I get that. I like my space as well. What are you making?” Her voice excited “ A Chicken Caesar Salad sandwich with potato fries and a dressing,” I say, chopping the potatoes.

"I trusted you! I loved you! And all this time, you've been...what? Keeping my sister prisoner? Lying to me about Mia? About not fucking her, you bloody cheater!" The second prince chuckled again, clearly relishing the chaos he had sown. "Oh, this is even better than I'd hoped," he crowed. "The great mysterious tyrant brought low by his own web of lies. How does it feel, brother, to watch your world come crashing down?" Knox's eyes blazed with murderous intent as he glared in the direction of the voice. The calm he was fighting so hard to keep was just a fraction away from shattering.

Chef was upset because we didn’t show up fot breakfast and he had to throw eggs out because they were cold. “Nothing. No one tells me anything in this house. You are not well, so you get a pass. But boss, come on!” He was lamenting as he scrambled new eggs for us. “Sorry Chef. I thought I would be back earlier. You know your eggs are the only thing keeping me alive at this point.” Luciano told him. “Flattery will not get you out of this one boss.” He was being serious but we could all see his cheeks turn red at the compliment.

Samantha said. "Then it's settled by 2 guys,don't be late,bye". "Bye". They both said in unison. I went downstairs to check on the employees some of which are my friends, the chef Mr Drala was an Italian man,his meals were always tasty especially his dessert,so I went to the kitchen to have a tiramisú. "I see you've come for your favorite dessert". Mr Drala said. "Yes,I have missed them". "Here you go Adelia".

He did his best to control the grin that tried to break out on his face. "Yes sir. But which is for the king?" He asked. The chef glared at him, his eyes blazing. "Who are you to ask that? Just get out already!" He snapped. He nodded and immediately drove the tray out of the kitchen. Once he confirmed he was alone, he brought out the vial and after a wild guess, poured the contents into one of the foods.He reached the chambers and passed by the guards that were positioned there, his heart pounding.

The man who now owned her by blood and bond. Fury surged. She wanted to drive her forehead into his and never stop, but her limbs refused every command. His eyes flashed that cold, steely blue—another of the twins’ unnatural holds locking her in place. Her mouth, however, remained free. She spat the last of the blood across his face. They clearing went utterly still. Shock rippled through the crowd. For one frozen second even Kaela felt the weight of what she had done. This might not end as a claiming. It might end as an execution.

Tyron asks, surprised. "If anything goes wrong, I will not be able to help you out of it" "Oh, come on now, I am Tyron Evergray, leader of the guardians, you really think I'm not capable of handling Morag and just a few of his people". Tyron boasted, an air of pride around him.

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

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."

“Food… I want to taste your cooking again.” Emily clenched her teeth out of annoyance. Then, she darted a furious look at Jesabell. She was right. Jesabell will find a way to get Tyron’s trust again. Little did she know that the young man was good at cooking and even cooked for Jesabell. “Jesabell, you know Tyron was a busy man. You don’t have to request him to cook for you. Because there are so many helpers—”