After A Meal Chapter 6 の小説・ストーリー

So Sorry this s chapter 11... Getting Worse is chapter 12 Bonnie The same dining room that I had spent most of my childhood in has never felt so small. I took my seat across from him. Well....a tactical choice or more like the distance itself was a really weak armor; while my mother busied herself with pouring wine while talking animatedly with Marcellus whose eyes were fixed on me and his hands resting on the tablecloth with an ease that made my stomach churn badly.

When the meat is ready, I put the noodles on next. Putting everything on a plate, I take the food back inside with my mouth already watering. I continue the book I’m reading while simultaneously scarfing down the food. In less than 10 minutes I’m done with the meal. As I stand to clean up, the room goes black once again. “Ok I’m sure I’m not forgetting to open my eyes right now. What is going on?” I turn around trying to understand what’s happening. A shadowy figure zooms past me, then I hear a distant voice.

Chapter 23 Third POV Elara sat on the cold stone slab, feeling the warmth of the food settle in her stomach, the energy coursing through her veins like a lifeline. For the first time since her arrival in this dark, oppressive place, she felt a small measure of strength return to her body. The meal had done more than just sustain her physically; it had given her a fleeting sense of normalcy, a brief escape from the nightmare that had become her reality.

Melody cheered, wiping sauce from her mouth from their hurried meal. TO BE CONTINUED

Messy, chaotic, imperfect — but ours. END OF CHAPTER 67

I don't know who entered, until the light flashed in the room. "Hi !" Said Charles walking nonchalantly towards me. I don't respond to his greeting, I'm so angry with him. He pulls out the only chair in the room, then sits down opposite me. He hands me a plastic which I look at without reacting. With a sudden movement, he leans hastily towards me and begins to untie my hands, as if he had just realized that I had tied them. Once my hands are untied, he again hands me the plastic. I take it from him and open it. There is, wrapped in aluminum foil, meat from the chicken. It's downright half a chicken, accompanied by fries of plantains and potatoes. I throw myself at the food and eat it quickly

1242 word(s) Published 88 We were almost too lost on each other when we heard the foot steps of Marie getting closer and her clatterings. We sprang apart, my body shaky with desire and anxiety as the door opened and she entered. "Potato chips and Beacon sauce/salad comes first. You know, I'm only but one person and I've got just two hands and so, I'm going to take it one step at a time. You two young people just get right seated and wait for the rest of the meal." She was smiling as she walked round the dinning table and arranged her tray of food.

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"Now go serve your meal." * At six PM, the dining hall was full. Everyone seated. Waiting. I carried out the platter of chicken. Set it on the table. The children stared. "Is it supposed to look like that?" little Ana asked. "It's... rustic." "It looks weird," Eva observed. The vegetables came next. Butter pooling at the bottom of the bowl. "That's a lot of butter," Brother Marcus said. "I was generous with the seasoning." "You were excessive," Ruth corrected, but she was almost smiling.

I found it a bit hard to concentrate because of the attention-seeking girl who was always making one sound or the other every f*cking time. As I finished my meal, I felt my stomach become full and knew it was time for me to stop eating. I delicately placed my knife and fork on the plate and sat back in my chair. The Prince stood up from his seat and gave us his final words for the evening, wishing us all a good night's rest.