Webnovel Author: deadmandreaming - Novel Collection

Victor Delacroix stood at the threshold of his new life, gazing up at the sign that bore the name of his latest venture: "Hell's Kitchen." The letters were bold and modern, a stark contrast to the sordid chapters of his past. New Albion, with its blend of historic charm and contemporary energy, seemed a fitting place to reinvent oneself. Yet, beneath its veneer of propriety, Victor knew the city teemed with secrets and blood - not unlike himself.

Hell's Kitchen

Fantasy · deadmandreaming

Elise's grin widened, revealing a hint of pointed teeth. "Yeah, yeah I'll regret it, you'll eat me, you're oh, so scary!" she said dramatically.

Hell's Kitchen

Fantasy · deadmandreaming

However, it wasn't the same sadistic smile he sported during the whole beating. It was that of a child, happy about having received a toy and eager to play with it.

Godlike: The Rise of a Skill-stealing Rune Master chasing revenge

Fantasy · PilgrimJagger

However, it wasn't the same sadistic smile he sported during the whole beating. It was that of a child, happy about having received a toy and eager to play with it.

Godlike: The Rise of a Skill-stealing Rune Master chasing revenge

Fantasy · PilgrimJagger

Victor gave a slight nod, understanding her apprehension. "It's similar to ground pork but much leaner. You have to be careful not to overcook it, or it'll dry out."

Hell's Kitchen

Fantasy · deadmandreaming

Victor returned to the kitchen and began to prepare the main course. He carefully unwrapped the meat. The flesh was dark and rich, unlike anything found in a traditional butcher shop. It was the meat of a cowgirl - a demihuman - that Victor had hunted and killed himself. He marinated it with herbs and spices, letting the flavors infuse the tender flesh."Your main course, my lord," Victor announced, presenting a beautifully plated dish. "Seared steak, served with a red wine reduction and wild mushroom risotto."

Hell's Kitchen

Fantasy · deadmandreaming

As Victor watched Whitmore leave, he allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Hell's Kitchen had passed its first test, and word of his special cuisine would soon spread through the city's elite. But beneath the surface of this success lay the darker truth: Victor's cravings, his need to consume and absorb, would never fully be sated. He had tried to abstain - he even released all the abilities he had accumulated as The Butcher over the years. He really wanted a fresh start. But, sadly, he is what he is. So, the restaurant was a sort of compromise - a way to both have a normal life - or as close as possible - and a way to keep himself satisfied.

Hell's Kitchen

Fantasy · deadmandreaming

Elf On The Shelf

Hell's Kitchen

Fantasy · deadmandreaming

"First, we must carefully melt the cowgirl butter over a gentle heat," Victor began, his voice low and steady as he poured the golden liquid into a small saucepan.

Hell's Kitchen

Fantasy · deadmandreaming

Elf On The Shelf

Hell's Kitchen

Fantasy · deadmandreaming