Beyond Blessed Food Pantry Novels & Stories

Creed is my mate. The man stood there just as frozen as me. He finally smiled at me, “Well, hello mate. This is a pleasant surprise.” I can’t find my words, “um hi.” He set his tray down and walked closer to me. “I’m Dawson, I’ve been looking forward to finally meeting you.” “I um, I’m confused. I’m sorry, but I need to go.” I feel like I can’t even breathe, I need air. I ran out of the cafeteria and got back to my room as fast as I could.

Aunt was boasting her daughter cooking skills; which never existed. I can't stop myself from giggling at which there was an interruption. One who never entered the kitchen other than to see what is the menu today or to have water; who doesn't even know how to make tea. Is given credit for all delicacies. I thought in my mind. Anyone could have told these biscuits are packaged one; one from All-star Grocery shop; whole locality orders them. Ohh! but these people are so-called millionaires they might be having their bakeries or homemade cookies by special chefs. who knows? ; I thought.

"It flourished under your care." In the background, Caelan coordinated installation of a new drip line system. "We will train additional stewards next week. Pass it forward—don't gatekeep knowledge." A volunteer cocked an eyebrow. "You sure about open source?" Caelan answered without pause. “Especially open source.” --- 2:33 PM – Mutual Aid Pantry, North Wall Shelves were being rotated, expiry dates double-checked, request forms filed alphabetically in recycled folders. A girl in a ponytail called out, “New donation—tinned peaches and soap!”

Cole is at my side, his sleeves pushed up, and his hair slightly messy from the wind, a look that somehow makes the kitchen staff melt every time. He flashes them a polite smile, and I swear I hear an actual sigh from someone near the ovens. “Hey,” Cole starts gently, leaning against the counter. “We were hoping to get some supplies, non-perishables, bread, anything extra you can spare. We want to take it to a pack that got hit recently.” I stand beside him, nodding my head. “They are still rebuilding. Anything helps.” The head chef pauses, studying us with thoughtful eyes. Then she wipes her hands on her apron and says,

Perhaps Jenna had caught a cold from the cold breeze all night, but she felt unwell and had a slight cough when she woke up the next day. Matthew was heartbroken when he saw this. Seeing that she had no appetite, he ordered her favorite stew. However, the delivery did not arrive for a long time. Jenna called to ask, yet the food delivery platform said that the seller would deliver it themselves. When she tried to contact the seller, she could not get through to them.

Eric lifted a glass of orange juice and a glass of wine off the tray of a passing waiter. Handing the orange juice to her. They were at a charity event. Allison was a prominent supporter of. Tonight’s fund raiser hadn’t been arranged by her. Cat wasn’t on duty tonight; instead, she was present as a guest. Meanwhile, Allison was deep in conversation with the co-founder of Women and Children First, an organisation that provides housing and food to women and children affected by domestic abuse. They also assist in navigating the complexities of involving police and agencies, cutting through bureaucratic red tape to prevent these individuals from becoming mere statistics.

“Please save us, Luna.” A sense of guilt suddenly hit my chest. If I hadn’t withdrawn my support from the company, it wouldn’t be crumbling, and these people wouldn’t be starving. My fingers trembled as I pulled out some cash from my purse and gave it to the mother before me. “Please get some food for you and your children.” “Thank you, thank you. Thank you so much!” She exclaimed excitedly as she took the cash and bolted away. “What type of Alpha relies on a company to feed his people? What happened to in-pack farming and so many other things?” Malcolm grunted, annoyed.

That was a lifetime ago. Now, the kitchen is packed with wolves. Some half-shifted, some human, all buzzing with the kind of energy that makes my head pound. I don’t want to be here. But the second I tried to sneak off to training without eating, I got caught by the Beta’s wife like a chick by a hawk. “Sit, girl,” she snaps, her voice all flint and no fluff. I obey. No point fighting a war I won’t win. A plate clatters in front of me, heaped high with eggs, root veggies, meat, and something green I don’t recognize but eat anyway. My stomach growls despite the knot of dread tightening under my ribs.

“We never know when we’ll need to use the house so, we have a maid that comes twice a week, she stocks the fridge and the pantry and cleans the house just in case.” Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows together. “That’s pretty wasteful, there’s kids that are starving you know.” “And that’s why it gets donated to children’s shelters twice a week.” Footsteps sounded into the kitchen. All 3 snapped their heads around towards the sound of the voice. A tall, insanely beautiful woman stood before them, her short copper hair bounced on her shoulders as she grinned at Thea and Penny. “Thelxiepeia, Parthenope.” She nodded at them.