Bad-ass Breakfast Novels & Stories

I close my eyes to enjoy the nice solitude. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” comes the all too familiar sneer. Seriously, it’s like I can’t get a break today.

But I sure did have the most ugly night's rest ever. I couldn't sleep. I was completely restless, and when I managed to finally find some sleep, I had a terrible dream that depicted Hollis as a monster with two big horns standing in a cemetery. 'Christ!' Sunday finally came. I got myself busy with the gym and trained at the Dojo with the help of Alessia. And I had a very good protein breakfast that somehow managed to uplift my mood. In need of privacy, I went into the bedroom and had a phone call with my best friend Daisy. I wanted to tell her everything that was happening, but I couldn't. Not while I was yet to really get proof of Britney's claim and a thorough explanation by Hugh.

And I was reluctant for even that. I stumbled over to my large bathroom like a zombie to brush my teeth before I packed my toothbrush and toothpaste in my bag. Once I had finished with all my hygiene and packing the rest of my stuff, I headed downstairs to get breakfast. On my way down, I grabbed my bags and closed my door behind me before staggering downstairs and into the large kitchen. I walked over to the fruit bowl and grabbed myself an apple and a banana, eating those in record time, before I checked the clock again.

He knew Gary wasn’t paying attention, and gently touched my thigh with the back of his hand. Portia was inside, dressed immaculately amongst the hustle of the kitchen. She’d had more helpers than just Alanna today. Her smile was wide when she saw me. “Good morning, Kelsey! Help yourself! There’re mimosas on the breakfast cart by the food.” Mindy had already poured me one, and I grabbed it along with a bowl of egg scramble and hashbrowns. Portia didn’t disappoint when it came to breakfast. When I was done making my plate, I joined Mindy, Cody, Mack and Gary back at the table.

Why would he start this when he knew he wouldn't finish it? His eyes gleamed with barely suppressed amusement, clearly enjoying my frustration. "I'll go make breakfast. Go ahead and hop in the shower. Maybe it will help you cool down." I glared at him. "You're a bastard." "So I've already been told." He climbed out of bed, stretching in a way that made every muscle in his torso flex. And then he was gone, leaving me with a stupid grin on my face despite myself. An hour later, we were both ready for work. I wore a black pencil skirt and cream blouse, one of the few items I'd packed yesterday, my hair pulled into a neat bun.

Shawn said, trying to wake Adam up. Instead of waking up, Adam laughed. Next, he patted Shawn's cheek instead. "Out all of the people, Shawn, I never thought you would be the most innocent," Adam said, and when he saw Shawn's expression harden, Adam quickly added, "Not this way. I told someone to sabotage my father's room and record his lewd actions with that bitch! And...." Adam spread his arms, looked up, and laughed as he said, "I'm going to spread it all over the world."

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

"We're terrible at this." "Same thing." Duke pulled her back against his chest. "But we're trying. Every day." "Every day," Valentina agreed. Emma appeared in the doorway, took one look at her parents intertwined and made a face. "You guys are so gross." "Good morning to you too," Duke said. "It's seven AM and you're all—" Emma gestured vaguely at them. "Is there breakfast?" "Make your own. You're sixteen." "Dad." "I'll make pancakes," Valentina said, extracting herself from Duke's arms. "Sit down, Emma."

"This breakfast is great, Jaaja," Zach declared after he had wolfed down three eggs over easy, four pieces of toast, six pieces of bacon, and six sausages, all washed down with Moët & Chandon mimosas made with fresh-squeezed oranges. "Just perfect." "You have quite an appetite, Mr. Zach," Mariatu said with a smile. "You have no idea," Krista said, laughing. "I think that you must eat much to be able to satisfy two such women," Mariatu said.

Do you need jam with those? “Jam? That’s what we are having for breakfast? Raw half-toasts, caviar toothpaste and jam all over it?” “And waffles after that,” he smiles. I want to scream in frustration. I am a bacon and eggs girl but what I am looking at here is some lame ass lightweight breakfast. I dread to think what dinner will be. Boiled water and raw salt. “You don’t seem impressed.” “That’s cause I am not.” “Americans. Bacon, eggs and cholesterol, right?”