Banquet Of Chestnuts Novels & Stories

The room was elegantly decorated with a touch of rustic charm, adorned with symbols of the Nightwalker Pack. Chandeliers bathed the hall in a warm, golden glow. The long banquet tables were laden with an array of delectable dishes. Exquisite platters of roasted meats, savory stews, and grilled vegetables tempted my appetite. The aroma of various spices and herbs mingled harmoniously, tantalizing the senses. Dessert stations offered an indulgent selection of treats, from luscious chocolate cakes to fruit tarts, creamy pastries, and the cookies Aunt Mary made. There were waitstaff gracefully weaved through the crowd, carrying trays of cocktail glasses.

"Well, rich or not, we're still best friends, aren't we? I'm not some gold digger." She lingered on the word friends. A true bitch would never burn bridges. A backup was still a backup. Cyrus curled his lip in disdain and said no more. Meanwhile, the Grand Heritage staff got to work unloading. Cyrus had arranged with the property office to use a basement storeroom, and now the banquet tables were stacked neatly inside. Even 500 meals packed into lunchboxes took up surprisingly little space. Prime rib, smoked salmon, Maine lobster, white truffles, caviar, aged cheeses—each box resembled a treasure chest.

Knox thanked them before the door shut again then his eyes slid slowly back toward me. The mate bond stirred lazily between us. “We should get ready,” I said quickly. His lips twitched again. “Probably but you’re not going to run away from what I have planned .” I narrowed my eyes slightly and immediately turned away before he could see my face burning. Infuriating man. The banquet hall that evening looked straight out of a dream. Long silver tables stretched across the enormous room beneath glittering chandeliers while nobles, warriors, and other guests filled the space dressed in luxurious formalwear.

They were set to mingle among China's elite, hoping to fit seamlessly into the high society gathered at the Zhao's banquet hall. The banquet hall itself was a spectacle of luxury and taste. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high, ornate ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. The walls were adorned with silk tapestries depicting ancient Chinese landscapes, and the floor was polished marble, reflecting the lights like a calm sea. Tables were draped in the finest linens, with centerpieces of exotic flowers that filled the air with a sweet, heady scent. The atmosphere was one of opulence, a testament to the Zhao family's status.

Daniel even decorated the yard with festive banners and strings of lights, and fireworks were set up near the fence. The music and explosions thundered through the air. The funeral felt more like a celebration than a farewell. None of the guests paid any attention to that. The lamb's heads smelled far too good. The meat was tender enough to melt on the tongue, while even the bones seemed infused with rich juices. It made people want to devour an entire head by themselves. The guests ate with abandon, completely immersed in the feast, grease glistening around their mouths, only my grandfather showed no interest in the banquet.

BILLIE The guys insist on a celebratory banquet to toast my new status as future Luna of our burgeoning baby wolf pack. Dominic and Fleming consult with the kitchens, while Raven, Thorne, and the Phantom make sure everyone is present for dinner at 7pm. They set out a long table in a central location, and cover it with roses and wildflowers, as well as the best china. The kitchen fixes two giant beef roasts, a few roasted chickens, duchess potatoes, roasted root vegetables, and poached fruit in brandy. Everyone has a glass of spiced wine, the same wine from my initiation.

Her actions caused a mixture of amusement and tolerance among the guests, their gazes shifting between the couple with intrigue and curiosity. Amidst the conversation and laughter, the room was filled with the clinking of glasses and the savory aromas of the sumptuous feast. Exquisite dishes were served one after another, showcasing the culinary prowess of the kingdom's finest chefs. From succulent roasted meats to delicate pastries and vibrant, fresh salads, the banquet delighted the senses and satisfied even the most discerning palates. Alpha Leori raised his glass, a symbol of unity and celebration. "To our pack," he toasted, his voice filled with pride. "May our bond grow stronger, our e

The chestnuts were already cooked, so they just needed to heat it up before eating. As they started to eat, Cyrus realized that Rachel was also starting off her supper with chestnuts. "Do you also like to eat chestnuts during supper?" Cyrus asked in confusion. Rachel nodded quickly and said, "Back in my hometown, we usually have chestnuts for supper. But since I came to City A, I found that not a lot of people like having chestnuts for supper. Hence, I don't really get to eat chestnuts since I came to City A." Cyrus had a smile and opened another packet of chestnuts. "Then you should have more tonight."

he said immediately, but not before bursting into a fit laughter again. “Bella dear, I’ve seen the way Nicholas looks at you and it’s different. Don’t let her come between you both” Ada said and continued, “Also, I’ll make you irresistible for tonight’s banquet” she said with determined eyes, “Banquet?” I questioned stupidly, “It’s the party held before the Annual Winter Ball. Did Nicholas not say anything about it?” Ada asked, I shook my head no. When does he ever talk when he's with me?

“And make sure every barrel is tasted before pouring.” By the time I was done, sweat trickled down the maids’ temples. But when the food came out, it was perfect. --- That night, the banquet hall glittered. Chandeliers lit the room, wolves in regal suits and gowns filled the long tables, and music swelled from the corner. Maxim sat at the head of the table, crown gleaming, and I sat right beside him. Plates clattered down, silver lids lifted, and the scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and sweet wine filled the air. The nobles and Alphas dug in like they hadn’t eaten in years.