After A Meal Chapter 6 Novels & Stories

One fragile, dangerous moment, the dining hall felt like something it hadn't felt like in years. A home. END OF CHAPTER 6.

"Just one more page." I took a single bite of a date before returning to the book. Soon hours slipped by unnoticed. The afternoon became evening and the candles inside the chamber were lit one by one. Meera eventually tapped the table and mimed eating. "Dinner?" I guessed. She nodded enthusiastically. "Okay." I smiled. "I'll eat." But… The moment I saw another page filled with new words… I forgot all about dinner. ****** CREAAKKK…. The heavy doors slowly opened and I didn't even notice, not until Meera and the servants immediately bowed.

Chapter 51 We are together in the dining room. It’s quiet, but everyone is weary and exhausted after this morning’s ordeal. Everyone has been watching me like a hawk throughout the day. Beth serves us dinner, and my Dad gives me a look after I have been pushing my food around for a while with my fork. I begin to eat my food, and he nods. I manage to eat over half my meal. It’s the most I’ve been able to eat for a long time. I place my fork down and stare at my wrists as I caress my thumbs over the scars. Theo sitting next to me, frowns at the scars but doesn’t say anything.

Chapter 70 Scarlett's pov My finger flipped the page as I took a sip of my coffee. As much as I tried to enjoy the novel my thoughts kept on straying to last night as I tried to make sense of Silas' behaviour. At first, I had been scared the meal was disastrous but after he had left and I tasted the food it seemed perfect which puzzled me all the more as I wondered why he had bolted the way he did. Asher had made his way into the kitchen a while later and had enjoyed the meal with me as he teased me and eventually eased away some of the awkwardness I had been feeling.

I ate slowly, savoring each bite like it was my last meal, knowing there was no food at the Clifford mansion and Gabe wouldn’t turn into an angel just because of a glucose crash. I expected him to leave, but he didn’t. He sat in the comfy armchair, watching me as I moaned with every bite, unable to hide the pleasure the food brought. “You look like you’re having sex with the food,” he said, dead serious. “No… I’m *coming*,” I clarified, not looking at him, dipping my finger in the milk to confirm it was skim. I remembered his fingers in my mouth before I passed out, the sensation it sparked. I was weak, but that move left me soaking wet.

She is looking at me unpleasantly. I lowered my gaze. "Now can we eat?" Axel asked. "Waiter!" ******************* MINUTES LATER..... I wiped my lips with the napkin and placed it on the empty plate like everyone else did. We just finished eating a very delicious expensive meal and my belly is beyond full. I felt eyes on me, making me look in that direction. Axel's mother is looking at me while sipping her drink. I felt uneasy as I lowered my gaze. "That was a delicious meal," Axel said as the waiter packed our plates.

he said, sliding into the seat across from her. On each plate was a perfectly grilled portion of chicken glazed in a rich barbecue sauce, with a colorful garden salad on the side, drizzled lightly with vinaigrette. June picked up her fork and examined the meal like a food critic on national television. She took a slow bite, then paused… and made a face—her nose crinkled, brows furrowed in exaggerated disgust. Xander stiffened, watching her. “No way… seriously? Is it—?” She dropped the act and burst into laughter. “Got you!”

That night, I bled out and died. Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin. "Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife." Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure. "I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?" Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare. "Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."

I cut in before Eva could delight the rest of us with another cutthroat quip of hers,” I believe the reason we are here is to discuss the next stage of our plans. I gave her a warning glare as her lips parted and she pressed her lips back together, a serene innocent smile on her lips. She was truly testing my patience. The meal was brought in, warm and aromatic. The presentation, though not to the extent of a celebratory feast, was still very abundant. I was damn hungry. The meal from this afternoon seemed to have been swallowed up by the replenishing of my essence. I gestured to Zephyr to hand me the serving tray of baked cheesy potatoes while listening to Alaric mention our discussion over