Novel & Cerita Beyond Blessed Food Pantry

“If you’re going to be living in Alpha Zane’s world, you’ll have to get used to such things, I suppose.” “I suppose,” I said, “Well, it’s all for a good cause, remember. The Children’s Hunger Bank does excellent work. Like I said, we give to it regularly ourselves.” “Hello, Lisa,” Zane said from behind me. “Zane,” she said back, nodding. “Congratulations.” She smiled. “Have you any idea who this mysterious S might be?” “We can check for someone drowning their sorrows at the bar,” he replied smoothly. “And how is Eleonore?”

They also invited all the nuns because that was the request of their kind son. "Sir, ma'am, thank you to our Almighty who sends you to us to bless the kids," Brianna states when their crew is putting all the food in Brianna's car. "Small thing. I hope you never get tired of making Heaven's children happy either." I smile. "We'll never get tired, ma'am. It's also our pleasure to make them happy even with something as simple as this," I said. "I also hope you won't get tired of giving us a discount, and your additional food for the children. It is always a big help to us, ma'am," Brianna also told them.

I smelled the raw meat he carried into the kitchen. "Did you steal it?" I asked sleepily. "No, it's another food box. There's always some type of meat. I know a lady at the FB and she added a little extra." "FB?" "Food bank. They'll only give you a box once a week, so I'm not sure what to do after this is gone." "I won't be here in a week, but that will still leave you short." He shrugged. "If it's an emergency I can hit my friend at the FB up. She likes me, thinks I'm a nice kid," he said as red crept up his neck and scalded his cheeks.

Bun followed the cook as they carried the food to Blessed Street, the district where the impoverished lived. Upon arriving, Bun observed the gaunt, hungry faces of the people. When the cart from Willowbrook Estate arrived, they immediately lined up, eager to receive the food. It seemed the people from Willowbrook Estate had been regularly sending provisions here, perhaps even making it a daily habit. However, Bun started to notice something was off. They had been staying at Willowbrook Estate and watching the kitchen for many days. If the people from the estate had been sending food every day, then why were the impoverished here still so thin and starving?

"I know, I know. But I just wanted know why you guys are all queuing up here. I just want to get in on it too.” Stan hesitated for a few moments before sighing. "A non-profit organization decided to give some food out to homeless people,” he answered. "They're serving beans and bacon. Not so tasty, if you ask me." I frowned, confused. “You… you've tasted it?" "Yeah,” Stan snorted as he laughed. "This is my third run actually." He slapped his scrawny belly. "Have to save up for tomorrow, yer know.” I looked up at the start point of the line then down to the end. If I was to go down there, it would take me ages before I got any grub. And with people like Stan filling up the queue, I was sure t

"Wow. A real feast. It's giving me 'great depression' vibes." "Hey, it's got protein, carbs, and veggies. It's healthy," I said. I opened the squeaky kitchen cabinet. We were almost out of rice. This new bag had to last. "It's sad, is what it is," Sloane said, leaning on the counter. "You work two jobs, El. You should be able to buy a steak. Or at least a pizza that won't make us sick." "The steak money went to Mrs. Henderson last week," I said quietly. She runs the Havencrest orphanage. She said the kids needed new crayons and paper.

Seeing the stacks of boxes, they started to jump in joy, yelling Hannah’s praises. “She is a saint.” “We finally have food to eat.” “Oh, thank you for taking the time to bring us supplies.” Hannah settled into her chair, wearing a proud smile. “Of course, it is my duty as a member of the Alpha family. Just line up and you will receive a box for yourself.” As she spoke, I could feel Hannah’s gaze on me. There were a lot of times I could spare for an argument but this was not one of them. That desperation that they used to run to the lines for food…what on Earth was happening beyond the borders?

Consider it a gift from me, the godmom, for the baby who hasn’t arrived yet. "As for Zac... Well, he’s been wishing for my death. Out of sight, out of mind. He’ll probably be happy. "..." I had planned to send Anna all these instructions via scheduled texts after I died, but here I was, saying them now.

"My husband runs MAP, the Mothers Advancement Program. He's helping out a couple of other smaller charities tonight as well. You'll learn about each charity during his speech." The servers come by with a cart and hand each of us our meal. It's rosemary chicken with roasted potatoes. Collins looks at Rebel, "I'll get Felicia a white wine. Would you like something from the bar, Rebel?" "Yes, I'll have a white wine, too, Collins. Thank you." Once Collins leaves to get our drinks, Rebel leans in and states, "Hunter should begin any minute now. Because there are three charities, his presentation will be longer than normal."

‘And then, there’s the unpleasant side of this place. Rey could see beggars all around the marketplace. Kids, adults—poverty did not discriminate here. It reminded him of his own world. ‘I guess even fantasy worlds have stuff like this too…’ It was heartbreaking to see the dirty beggars, with their desperate eyes and scrawny bodies, searching for scraps. They made sure to stay in the shadows, considering the Capital’s policies on vagrants and beggars. ‘Life is harsh wherever you go.’ Rey sighed, deciding to ignore them.