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Hell's Kitchen

Meet Chef Victor Delacroix, a culinary genius with a chilling secret! By night, he was known as "The Butcher", a ruthless serial killer and assassin wielding a blood-stained meat cleaver. His grotesque talent? He gains the abilities and attributes of whatever – or whomever – he eats. This macabre skill set made him one of the most feared figures in the criminal underworld. Fed up with his gruesome life of crime, Victor decides to vanish from the radar and start fresh. He moves to the capital and opens an exclusive restaurant called "Hell's Kitchen." His dishes are unparalleled, attracting an elite clientele: the wealthy, the corrupt, and the morally bankrupt, each harboring their own dark tastes... In Hell's Kitchen, every dish tells a story, and every meal is an experience - often literally a slice of life. Yet, his patrons are blissfully unaware of Victor’s true identity as The Butcher, concealed behind the charming facade of a master chef. As Victor tries to carve out a new existence, the ghosts of his past start to close in. Sinister patrons with dangerous appetites, old enemies seeking revenge, and the lure of his own monstrous cravings threaten to drag him back into the abyss. The line between his dual lives blurs, and each night becomes a battle to keep his sinister nature at bay. "Hell's Kitchen" is a twisted tale of redemption and temptation, where humanity and monstrosity collide. In a world where darkness is served on a silver platter, can Victor ever truly escape his blood-soaked past, or will the shadows consume him once again?

deadmandreaming · Fantaisie
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90 Chs

Reincarnated In Another World As A Soup

Joahna Moriarty was sitting in her office, cigarette in hand, when the telegram from Commissioner Hopkins arrived. The curt, urgent message caught her attention immediately: Liam Ashford missing. Need your assistance.

Joahna felt a twinge of unease as she read the telegram. She had met Liam Ashford when she first arrived in New Albion, and the encounter had been strange. He had seemed unnervingly knowledgeable about her, almost as if he knew her better than she knew herself. Shaking off the memory, she grabbed her coat and headed out.

Liam's mansion loomed ominously as Joahna approached. The grand, yet cold, exterior reflected the eerie feeling she had about the place. She walked through the entrance, greeted by the scent of dust and aged wood. The house was eerily quiet.