Book Eater Novels & Stories

“We all know this isn’t because of him. But it is fine. Thank you all the same, and welcome.” He gestured, and they sat. Just the three of them. For a fleeting second, Elena saw it, like a photograph she didn’t ask for. A man. A woman. A child. Something almost like family. She shook it off immediately. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she scolded herself. ‘You are older. This is temporary.’ Eamon signaled a waiter and ordered with ease— a simple, hearty food. Steak and vegetables. Pasta. A small plate Evan could manage. A glass of wine for himself, something lighter for Elena, juice for Evan.

Everyone is busy with either work or studies. I shifted my gaze to another gigantic billboard and illustrated on it was the name Sebas Hart's eatery. Yeah, you guessed right. This place belongs to Sebastian. It was the most popular and patronized eatery in Los Angeles. It had a superb edifice with beautiful expensive interior and exterior designs. I shifted my attention to the bottles of whiskey in front of me. I poured a shot for myself and down it went through my throat like a rush of toxic liquid vapor. I coughed a little from the burning sensation and mindlessly tapped my fingers on the sofa arm.

Ethan asked as he took a bite, savoring the taste with a low moan of pleasure. Brandon shook his head, his stomach too knotted with anxiety to even consider eating. “No, thank you.” “Suit yourself,” Ethan shrugged, taking another bite. They slid back into the car, Ethan still enjoying his meal with obvious delight, moaning into the cheesy goodness. “Carter, kindly take us to Wings. It’s time for me to fumigate my company and get rid of the roaches.” Brandon said nothing, his mind filed with concern and disbelief. But as he watched Ethan devour the burger with such calm assurance, a part of him wondered if maybe—just maybe—Ethan knew exactly what he was doing.

I love blood, but breakfast has always been my favorite meal and I like to chew instead of just sipping. "Big day today huh?" Dad asked before sipping his coffee. We all enjoy human food. Breakfast we eat and after that, everyone can eat what they want for lunch or dinner. "Yes, I'm a little nervous, but I have Jace." "You'll be fine. You're a Carter Bradshaw. And we are the best." Dad smirked. "That we are." I chuckled. "Just don't go crazy in college." Mom sighed. "I wont. Good thing college is only 20 minutes away from here."

he grumbles and mum just gives him a wink and I see the corners of his mouth tug up before Ethan dashes out of the room, I assume to throw up. “Not eating that one then,” Kara adds, having watched his speedy exit. Mum grabs the mini chicken burgers and hands them around, and they smell delicious. There is a spicy I can make out. It’s actually really good and a mix of mm mm sounds fills the air. Both Caleb and Sabastian look rather cocky if their smug smiles are anything to go by. Ethan returns and practically swallows the burger in one.

behavior. “Just pick whatever you want. Don’t hesitate,” Edward said as he guided Thea and Shareeza around. “Japanese food, Korean, burgers, steak, Sundanese dishes…” He patiently pointed at each stall while Thea studied the photos carefully until they found themselves back at the starting point—right in front of the elevator. “I’m confused,” Thea finally admitted. “Miss, what do you want to eat?” she turned the question to Shareeza instead. “Ice cream,” the girl answered innocently, making Edward laugh.

No need to venture outside where paparazzi might lurk. I slid into a corner booth, my cap still low, and grabbed the menu. They have everything. Steak frites, burger, rice, salmon salad and just anything heavy. And it made my stomach twisted with hunger. The waiter came over, young and disinterested. “Burger, medium, fries. And a Coke.” I said without hesitating. He nodded, scribbled, and left. I pulled out my phone, scrolling mindlessly through news alerts. Kane Global down another 2.3%.

Benson waved his hand in dismissal. “Hey, how can you say that? I have faith in your reputation, Lord Vedastus. You definitely made the new Heart Eater, but there’s something you don’t know.” Lord Vedastus was puzzled as he asked, “What is it?” Benson tapped the glass with his hand and mysteriously said, “What you don’t know is that this new Heart Eater’s actually not a poison, but a… health supplement.”

The restaurant wasn’t a fancy place, but it was neat and warm. Becky sat across the table, watching Soso with a calm expression. Her fingers tapped gently on her wine glass, and a light smirk stayed on her lips. Soso, on the other hand, was already halfway through her food. She ate like someone who hadn’t had a decent meal in days, burger in one hand, crispy chips in the other. She didn’t care about manners. All that mattered to her now was filling her stomach.

People could be dicks. “Burgers. Bread. Buns. Bratwurst. Do I need to go on? Ooh, bon-bons, berries, butter, baklava, banana bread. That’s a double B. Yum. Oh, and we can’t forget bagels.” Saber shook his head. “You can’t eat Baked Alaska for dinner.” “Why not? It’s the best thing on this menu. Whoever owns this place might want to revisit their options.”