Blockade Runner Restaurant Novels & Stories

I turn my phone to show him the pictures and he gasps. “That is stunning. How on earth did he manage to find something like that so fast?” “I thought the same thing. The man has skills. Have you managed to book the restaurant yet?” “Yes. I got you a table for two at De LA Rosa’s. They aren’t the top restaurant in the city but they were rated third best and were willing to do anything to accept your request, even close the place to other patrons if needed.” “What about the other two?” “Both claimed to be fully booked and unable to make any changes despite my dropping your name and your promise to boycott them in the future.”

She grabbed his hand and he helped her out of the car, closing the door behind her. They entered the restaurant Beau opening the door for her. Once inside they saw light tan wood flooring, lime white walls with a tan brick accent wall (the same tan brick that was on the outside of the building), 10 circular brown wood tables that had 2 light brown cushioned seats sitting at each table, and lights built into the ceiling. She looked at Beau asking, "Where are all the people?" Beau answered, "It's packed throughout the day but at night it's their slowest time." A woman in her late 40's came out of the kitchen, saying, "I know that voice anywhere, Beau Bax!" The woman had pinkish skin, crows fee

The dock was the place for fishermen who had spent months at sea and are itching to fill up their bellies before retiring back to their boats. My black colored Mercedes Coupe stood in stark contrast to the humble looking restaurant. The vehicle did not belong there, which means that I had to be very fast before someone hijacked it. I got down from my car and locked up the vehicle. It heavily reeked of fish, dirt and sweat. The combination of a hard days work. Even the Burger place was an eye sore. I entered and looked around to see the sparse population of customers. Bored looking customers. I located Jackson Corleone sitting by the window. He was in a dusty brown jacket and blue denim jeans

Seeing as none of her family wanted Philip to go, she turned to speak as well, “Ah, you guys can go without me, then. I’ll go look after Mila in the hospital with Philip.” Frantic, Frank quickly refuted. “Nah. Let’s all go. It’s just a meal, my bank account can take it.” At that, everyone’s complaints died away. Everyone found themselves seated in Frank’s car the next moment as they made their way to a newly opened seafood restaurant. Entering the restaurant, Frank spoke extravagantly, “Dragon King Room.” As the waiter ushered Frank into the restaurant with a beam, Martha followed behind and looked around the restaurant in awe.

Thinking of this kept my mind busy, surprisingly, until the car stopped and I realized that we had arrived at the restaurant. The Beaut was run by Marcello, one of my people who came to Dale City after he lost his home in a pack war abroad. It was a restaurant only available exclusively through reservations and a membership. Of course, as soon as I was seen entering, the manager himself stepped forward to greet me. “Alpha Matthias,” he bowed his head. “Would you like to eat downstairs or get a private room?” I didn't have a reservation, unlike everyone else. I didn't need one.

I say. "I was crazy that day," Theo says. He holds my hand across the wood table. His hand is very warm and huge. "The competing syndicates were trying to take our docks. I had no sleep. I am sorry, little wolf. Let me buy you a big dinner tonight to make it up to you." "The Blackwood University residence hall has food," I say. "That food is garbage," Theo says. He stands up and pulls my arm gently. "Come to La Famiglia Rossa. It is a syndicate-owned restaurant. The best food in the Harrington district."

“He said yes. Four guards, no chains, no collar adjustments, just food, very good food and new food. You love new food babe. Just say yes.” I stared at them then at the window and then back at them and my stomach growled again, louder this time, betraying me. I cursed under my breath. “Stronzi,” I muttered. “Fine. But if this is a trap, if your brothers show up with chains or collars or any of that possessive Alpha bullshit, I’m burning the restaurant down with all of you inside it.” Mara laughed, bright and real. “Deal.” Maya clapped her hands together.

Brody replied indifferently, “I still have some important matters to attend to, so I won’t be going on the tour. I wonder where the Right Military Governor, Arlo Griffin, is? I want to meet him as soon as possible.” Callum hurriedly said, “The Right Military Governor has already booked a banquet at the best Oskian restaurant in Naples and is waiting to welcome you, Mr. Jothurn!” The Maybach driven by Callum stopped in front of an Oskian restaurant called Banyan Tree about half an hour later. This restaurant was located at the bottom of a forty-storey high-rise building. The interior of the restaurant comprised three floors after entering from the ground floor. Callum opened the door for Brod

*** “Miss Steffy, we're here.” Bastian told Stella. The Rodriguez family car has parked perfectly in front of the lobby of the luxury restaurant La Vida. Stella looked at the exquisite building in front of her eyes in awe. “Is this the La Vida restaurant, Bastian?” “That's right, Miss,” Bastian replied, he followed the direction of Stella's eyes. “This place is a La Vida restaurant located in Birmingham Square, as you say.” Stella did not respond to Bastian's remarks. She felt ashamed as well as not confident.

Scarlett comes out of the toilet to find that Ryder is waiting for her near a pole, having already freshened up. He casually slips his hand into hers and kisses their interlocked fingers. “There’s a small restaurant at the corner,” he says. “They only sell seafood. Will you be alright with it?” “Yeah, let’s go.” They head for an outdoor restaurant which is located a few meters away from the amphitheater. It’s a cozy place with warm lighting and music for the diners. Ryder chooses a spot away from the crowd. A server hands them the food menu.