Novel & Cerita Banquet Of Chestnuts

My skin crawled, and I felt as if the whole pack’s eyes were on me, despite everyone being too busy enjoying themselves. The banquet was to die for. Heather, our Luna, had spared no expense in celebrating her husband’s fiftieth birthday. The whole pack was gathered in the huge open-plan reception room of our Alpha and Luna’s house. The building was a converted barn, but none of its agricultural roots showed. The airy, high-ceilinged space would have looked at home in the richest areas of downtown Seattle. We were on the second floor, with huge balconies on either end, thrown open to the starry night sky.

he said with a wink. After gifts, the feast began. Long buffet tables stretched across the hall, covered with everything you could imagine: grilled steak, sushi, lobster tails, roasted lamb, pasta, exotic fruits, chocolate fountains, and a dessert table that looked like a sweet lover’s paradise. Champagne flowed endlessly, and waiters kept bringing more. Jasmine leaned over while I was nibbling on chocolate strawberries. “Girl, this is truly a billionaire wedding special. You are living the dream.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I still can’t believe this is real.”

She felt embarrassed with herself. By nightfall, she had finished her work and had showered and changed into clean clothes. That's when there was a knock on her door and Ghea poked from outside, "Let's go to the kitchen. Tonight is a banquet dinner for some pack members. We must serve the food." Aunt Pansy had told her this morning, but she had forgotten about it, "Alright, let's go." It was rare that there was usually a dinner banquet at the manor. Alpha Dave usually preferred to do his pack bonding events outdoors by camping or hunting together and then roasting meat over a campfire. Perhaps this dinner was to celebrate

The feast hall blazed with golden light that night, a spectacle designed to dazzle and deceive. Long tables stretched across the expanse of polished stone, their surfaces groaning beneath the weight of roasted venison and wild boar, pyramids of honeyed fruit, and wine that caught the light like liquid rubies. The ceiling had been enchanted for the occasion, hundreds of lanterns drifted overhead like captured stars, their glow softening the harsh angles of the ancient hall into something almost magical.

The mountainous landscape of Sloria has been carved on the wall’s tapestry, and a silver glow is coming from the snow capped mountains. “This is so amazing!” Another guest gasps. “The Duke must have spent a fortune on these!” “By starving the people,” a Knight says in a gruff tone. “These are expensive and the poor must have filled the pockets of the Duke.” The guests are awed and intimidated by the banquet. Several servers are walking around the place holding trays of crispy croquettes, cubed sausages with cheese balls, eggs and bacon stuffed in tomatoes,baked Piroshki, fruit cuts and light juice for the guests to snack on.

Hence, he suppressed his anger and slowly sat back down. "The Huntington family sure is thoughtful. I'll accept it!" Chester replied sharply. Immediately, a maid from the Shelman family came forward to take the gift. "Chitara's leader has sent a painting by Albert Bierstadt. He wishes Master Chester as many splendid years as this day!" "The prominent Bateman family from Chitara has gifted Master Chester a mansion in the city!" … What followed was a procession of gifts from dignitaries, diluting the previous discomfort as if it had been merely an illusion. However, the guests in the inner hall subtly distanced themselves from the Huntington family, clearly fearing repercussions and future rec

“It’s the Marshalls’ banquet. It’s being held at Wiltspoon Hotel. I’m going with Zachary, so I won’t be with my aunt tonight.” Grandma May smiled upon hearing that. “Oh, the Marshalls? He had always held his banquets in October. Why did he bring forward this year’s banquet by half a year? Does he plan to hold two banquets this year? Well, go ahead with Zack then. He has never brought a woman to a banquet with him before.

I thought people with that much money separated pleasure from work, but here everything seemed to mix in a murky way. Without having more time to think, Killian guided me toward the banquet area. But as soon as I set foot inside, I was stunned. It was a rectangular room with a solid oak table, so long it seemed to have no end, covered with black linen tablecloths and gold silverware. In the center, there were silver platters overflowing with bloody red meats, exotic fruits, and bottles of wine that seemed to be worth a fortune. Some men approached Killian to greet him, while I looked around. How could they spend so much money on a simple dinner? It was supposed to be pack money, but there we

"The only thing I saw was that you were eating his face. Tell us, how did it feel? Does he have a specific scent?" "You didn't talk about it either.", Tatiana said in her defense. "I said that he was adorable. As for what makes him special… chestnuts." "Chestnuts?", Tatiana, Mindy, Talia, and Maya asked in unison. Kalina nodded. "Roasted chestnuts. I love those. I could stuff myself with roasted chestnuts all day, every day." Maya giggled. "Well, you got your wish. Tony is stuffing you with…" "Don't!", Tatiana exclaimed. "We all know what you were about to say, but don't. She is my baby sister and the idea of Tony stuffing her with his…" she couldn't make herself say it. "I don't want to thi

"They're watching." I stretch my lips into something resembling happiness as we enter. The hall erupts in cheers, fists pounding on wooden tables, voices raised in celebration. Long tables line the stone walls, laden with platters of venison, roasted fowl, fresh bread, and flagons of mead. The pack has spared no expense for their future Alpha's engagement. Dante stands at the head table, his goblet raised high. "To my son and his mate!" His voice booms across the hall. "May their union bring peace and end to this prophetic curse!"