Book Eater Novels & Stories

She pushes the bottle toward me, tilting her head a bit when I take a sip. “Tessa. Club Bee Mama. Promoted Soul Eater. Don’t worry, I’m not into being an Old Lady or fucking patched cock, so I won’t try to scratch your eyes out anytime soon.” She grins and leans back on her elbows, relaxing against the bar. “Sorry I never talked to you before. I was kind of busy.” “Why were you a Soul Eater if you’re not interested in becoming an Old Lady?” I ask, handing the bottle back and watching her take another swig.

He was eating like a hungry wol, as if some spirit of zombie had entered his body. And guess what, he didn't even thanked me. Oh yeah, he's the Justin Merchant. How can he thank me? But at least, he could've said, "The food was good." or something like that at least. But no, he just walked up after eating. Huh! Such an ungrateful human. Oops! Such an ungrateful demon.

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

He chuckles. Ella immediately grabs two sets of food tray and stack them with different types of food. From pasta, burgers, barbeques, and steaks. She also took a bucket filled with different kinds of seafood and lastly, she took different types of cakes and sweets for dessert. Edward told the canteen staff to charge all her food under his account. He instructed them to help Ella with her food and carry them to their table. They both sat in the middle of the canteen ignoring everyone around them.

He ate everything Ethan served him with great relish, especially the fish dishes, as if he had an insatiable hunger. I recalled our dinner from the previous night—a lavish spread of high-end Japanese cuisine at a five-star hotel, featuring an array of exquisite dishes prepared by a Michelin-starred chef. Neil had merely taken a few bites before sticking to the vegetables and fruits. Could it be that Neil preferred simple, homemade meals? It seemed I would need to observe him further to understand his tastes better.

She also doesn’t want to rely to them to much especially to Gu. Then everyone bought their own food. Ole bought many foods like burgers; ham cheese burger is her favorite. They also bought some drinks. However, Gu differed among them. She is a vegetarian. She doesn’t like to eat junk foods and unhealthy foods. She has a healthy diet. There’s nothing more to expect about Leah trays. She bought donuts especially the Ube flavored one. Her drinks are made of Ube too. [UBE]

"Ever since Ms. Everhart came over, the place has really come alive. It's obvious you need a woman around. "Tell me, how long has it been since you last had a warm meal at night? These simple home-cooked dishes are just as good as anything you'd get at a restaurant. Eating out all the time can easily give you Helicobacter pylori—" Without missing a beat, Ezekiel grabbed a chicken wing and shoved it into George's mouth. "I bet your mouth is crawling with bacteria. If food won't shut you up, then your only option is to eat shit."

’ He squeezed her ass and pressed against her letting her know exactly what that reward would consist of and he was aroused when she responded by kissing him back and whispering, ‘Well guess I’ll need to work it off so you may be in for a surprise’ He kept his arm around her as they walked into the restaurant and her stomach grumbled loudly at all the delicious smells. Ella grabbed a tray and loaded her plate with a delicious creamy lamb tagine and fruity couscous and he followed with a roast lamb dinner. He loved the way she ate what she wanted without worrying about calories or the million other things women attributed to food, far too many of the pretty women he dated lived on lettuce lea

And just like that I was certain he was not going to speak again. After the walk-through ended, I rubbed my stomach dramatically. “I’m starving.” Ethan gave me a look. “What do you want to eat?” I groaned. “I don't know but I’m tired of food that comes in tiny dots, I want real food. Bread, pasta and sauce. You know—things that weigh something.” “There’s this place I know,” Ethan started. “No,” I interrupted, “you’re going to suggest some place that serves $100 sushi made with gold leaf. I need grease and carbs. There’s a honey Italian spot near my apartment. They serve pasta like they mean it.”

A sense of excitement tingles in the air as she sets out on her quest for the perfect breakfast, her adventurous spirit guiding her towards new and unexplored culinary territories. The Enigmatic Eatery. Nestled in a hidden corner of the town, this quaint café promises a food experience like no other. As Beatrice steps inside, the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries dances around her senses, luring her deeper into this gastronomic adventure. With a mischievous smile, she orders a steaming cup of velvety cappuccino and a flaky croissant filled with melted chocolate, ready to indulge in this delightful start to her day.