Bad-ass Breakfast Novels & Stories

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re

'Jane, knock them out.' I mindlinked our healer who nodded slightly because moving. Jane was not a magical healer, but she was one of the brightest. Studying the flora for so many years, she became an expert and was able to prepare all kinds of potent medicine, potions and powders using what nature had to offer and a little bit of science. I knew she had brought what she calls the Sleeping Beauty powder. One sniff and you're out as a light. She moved so fast that neither Thomas nor Delilah had a chance to react and a second after, they both fell asleep. Delilah, who was standing, fell right into my arms and I could sense Marte's happiness for us having an excuse to hold her again.

I laugh, making his cheeks turn pink, "You can go ahead and give my sister a real good morning." "Don't be gross, Sky," Rocky grumbles from god knows where, "You have ten minutes, Daniel. I'm counting." "Ignore that dumbass. Have fun," I say and pat his shoulder as I pass by him. Danny gives me a confused but pleased look. "You look better this morning," he mentions as he walks, "I like it!" I like it too. I feel so good, I even allow Rocky to make us some of his gross breakfast of a thousand eggs, bacon and protein shakes. I hate two of those three things so I simply munch on bacon as Bobbie and Rocky talk about something I don’t care too much about.

It’s perfect for training, practical, but still me. Once I’m dressed, I walk barefoot into the kitchen. The quiet hum of the early morning wraps around me, comforting. I roll my shoulders back and get to work. If I want to win Jensen over, a good breakfast can’t hurt. Pancakes. Something warm, familiar, and hard to resist.

“Dominic made breakfast. If you don't come out in five minutes, he’s going to eat your portion. He has the appetite of a horse and zero boundaries.” I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the morning rasp. “I’m awake! Give me ten minutes.” “Copy that. Don’t take too long, the eggs are actually edible today.” His footsteps faded down the hallway. I sat up on the edge of the mattress, running my hands over my face. It felt bizarre..the whole situation felt completely surreal. Mafia heirs cooked breakfast? I had spent years reading legal case files about organized crime syndicates, and none of them mentioned international hockey stars and professional basketball players flipping pancakes in a

Two divine circles, one golden and one black, were projected on his back, making him look like a supreme deity looking down on everyone like ants. This man is Long Jianchen, who was practicing two of the BADASS abilities given by Long Che, namely, [Chaotic Boxing] and [Dual Divine Circle of Chaos]. It's not known exactly how Long Jianchen was able to master these supreme abilities so quickly, but it's probably due to his bloodline.

Something inside me twisted. Frustration. Fear. And something that felt dangerously close to grief. “Why can’t I see your face?” My voice cracked slightly. “What’s wrong with you?” A pause. Then— Softly— “Nothing’s wrong with me.” The way he said it— It didn’t sound like reassurance. It sounded like truth. And that made it worse. “Then why—” “Because you’re not ready to.” My breath caught. “That doesn’t make sense.” “I know.”

She ruffled his hair. “If you think I made Heart Attack Burritos then yes, yes I did!” I called back, which was promptly met with some gruff mumbled cursing. “Heart Attack Burritos?” Cedric and Brandon were now questioning Mat. “Breakfast burritos… Bacon, eggs, potatoes, cheese, everything is cooked in the grease from the bacon. They’re messy, greasy, and the best damn breakfast on this planet…” Mat was pouting, I could hear it in his voice.

This was ironic because he was once the guy who I vowed to stay away from. I dragged myself out of my Tony day dream and went to take a bath. ~×~×~×~ After I was done taking a bath, I went to the kitchen to start on breakfast. Bacon, scrambled eggs, toasted bread. It was simple and fast because I knew Tony was in a rush. I was just about done with breakfast when I felt someone snake their arms around me. "There is nothing sexier that a girl wearing my t-shirt with bum-shots and cooking for me." Tony said seductively into my ear and bit it softly.

he put down his menu and looked up at me. I put down mine trying to hide my nerves. “Great, It was good; how was yours?” I said, trying to keep the conversation going. “Really good, I had a great weekend” I knew what he was talking about but kept quiet. “Well, here's your meal, guys. Let me know if you need anything else” she chirped before walking away. The breakfast special is composed of fried sausages, pancakes, fried eggs, and syrup. I dug into my food happy for the distracted.