Book Eater Novels & Stories

she warned. He swallowed his grin. Bite Me, the restaurant, had drawn him the first time because of its name and after that, because of its food, some of the best he'd ever eaten. He watched Bree devour a typical Texas breakfast with pure enjoyment. Very few women packed away a meal like that. They were always too worried about gaining an ounce of fat. No matter how much he told them he liked his women soft enough to sink into, somehow they never believed him.

But when she saw Edgar struggling to take one piece of meat, Elissa had second thoughts. "Come on, it's not as hard as it looks!" Edgar kept on making Elissa eat the Shish Kebab the way he did earlier. Elissa gulped. She hesitated to bring her mouth closer to the Shish Kebab that Edgar was holding. Slowly, Elissa opened her mouth. She took a bite of one meat there and then pulled it. It turned out to be true. Unlike Edgar, who had trouble pulling the young goat meat, Elissa quickly pulled the beef behind the heart that Edgar had eaten earlier.

“And here we have the finest cuisine Auckland has to offer, prepared by Chef Uber Eats.” I roll my eyes, settling onto the stool carefully with him helping me of course. Such a gentleman. Within minutes, we’re eating and talking like nothing happened. Or rather, Ethan is talking. He’s in full gossip mode. “So apparently,” he begins dramatically, lowering his voice as if the walls might hear him, “the richest businessman in New York just welcomed a child.” I chew slowly, not thinking much about it. “Okay?” I was too hungry to care. “With his side piece.”

Jonea stood between Hunter and Ed at the table with her hands on her hips. "Eat it," whispered Ed. "This fried chicken is delicious! You definitely won't regret it. I know you haven't had breakfast yet." "No!" sneered Hunter. "I don't eat fatty food." "Tch," Jonea grinned. "Eat if you like and leave when you are done!" Then Hunter's gaze fixed on Edison, who sat across from him while wearing the uniform of the fried chicken restaurant employee. "Ed, what are you doing here? Why are you wearing this restaurant uniform?" Hunter raised the corners of his lips.

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.

“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.

I groaned as another headache was forming… I didn't even have my breakfast or lunch… I cooked, but the thought of eating was making me feel nauseous. I heard a knock on my door and I groaned. I told them to not bother me. Who could it be? I dragged myself to the door and opened it to see the less expected person. Ezaikel? "You didn't have lunch… Let's go.. Eat something… " He said with literally no emotion in his voice. I shook my head… "I am not hungry.. I'll eat once I'm hungry. " I said but he didn't budge. "Stop talking crap! You skipped dinner last night, skipped breakfast and lunch, and you're saying that you're not hungry? What kind of bullshit are you talking about? "

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.

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 may not feel the pull as we do, but she feels something. Elias slides into the booth across from me after filling the car with fuel. A woman in her forties comes over with a notepad wearing an apron. “What can I get you?” She asks, looking between us. “Works burger,” Elias and I say at the same time. I wasn’t joking when I said they made nice burgers, I have even driven all the way here just to get one. “And you love?” She asks, looking at Lana. Lana puts the menu down before shrugging.