Chapter One Restaurant Mystic Novels & Stories

Monica had suggested it. Crest’s voice drifted from the hallway, steady and low, speaking into his phone, confirming the reservation at the restaurant Malory had chosen. The restaurant was somewhere in River North, quiet, understated. Of course she’d pick somewhere elegant but disarming. From what he’d told me, she had a way of controlling the tone of any room she entered. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that.

. Chapter 2 Fafane The restaurant was just as elegant as I remembered, with Crystal chandeliers shimmering overhead, soft music drifting through the room, and the scent of grilled steak and fresh herbs lingering in the air. Last time, I never made it past the parking lot. I had called Henry, apologized for agreeing to a blind date, and driven straight into the life that would eventually destroy me, not this time. “Good evening. Reservation?” the hostess asked with a warm smile.

*The Enemy* They all took some night rest,buh throughout the night Emma was unease about her sister Sarah and the betrayals she went through from her father, Alex and Julian,fvuck she almost screamed out loud, she fucking almost had a sister, memories flooded her mind like the ocean washing away things from the river banks, she didn't even knew when she dozed up Early that morning Zach woke up very early to prepare noodles and scramble eggs, Alex was the first to wake "Wow what's that wonderful smell *Alex said good morning she added

Mystery said and smirked, “They make the best in the city." It was all overwhelming. I hadn't been treated like this since I married Killian. The restaurant had dimly lit chandeliers, candlelit tables, soft jazz humming in the background. Everything was gold, from the polished floors to the accents on the chairs. I had barely eaten a thing all day, but when the waiter set down a beautifully plated meal, I only pushed the food around my plate. “You should eat,” he said, watching me over his glass of whiskey. “I’m not hungry.”

Up until now, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve moved, they keep finding me, beating me up, destroying properties and even intimidating the landlords. And that always landed me a quit notice. My life was quite shitty but I always tried to stay positive. Maybe someday, I could turn my life around…for good. My phone buzzed, taking my mind away from those depressing memories. I realized that it was from the “app.” From Mister. I reached for it. Mister: [Table number 5, Morzi Restaurant, 8:pm tomorrow] He wanted to meet up again? It’s only been two days since…

No word was spoken as more than thirty pairs of eyes snapped in my direction. One minute. Two minutes. "He..Hello?" I tried to wave but failed as my breath hitched in my throat. "Tiramisu?" I offered, raising the box up. "Tiramisu? Who ordered fucking Tiramisu?" A voice rang out. I waited for a few minutes. "Not here, No one ordered Tiramisu." The man said impatiently, waving me off as they continued with their game of Monopoly. "Uhm.. There was no name but it definitely said; The Den, 801 Crescenta Street by Pueto Road." I answered.

“Now go home, Livy. The monster is waiting for his dinner.” He let go of me as abruptly as he had grabbed me. I stood there, flushed and trembling, the ghost of his touch still searing my skin. I didn’t ask again. I couldn’t. I turned and fled back to the safety of my car, his voice echoing in my head. The dining room was a theater of domesticity. Daniel was already seated, looking “concerned” as he spoke to Rita and Michael. The atmosphere was somber, like a wake for a person who was still sitting at the table.

Bad enough Zane and she were cozy. She probably had a weird expression on her face when Mystique shifted her gaze to her. “You must be the chef. Congratulations on the big night.” She showed no awareness that she knew who Rebecca was—not that she was worth mentioning by Zane. “Thank you,” she said, her spine inescapably poker stiff. “I hope you enjoy the meal.” Sensing her tension, Trey laid his hand in the small of her back. “I’m sure I will,” Mystique said pleasantly.

My mind keeps taking me back to the hallway, his eyes, her smile. Everything. Ryder cuts through my thoughts, announcing our arrival. "Here!" He chirps, stepping out of the car in one swift motion. I look out the front window, a small pizza place close to the school. The huge neon sign reading, "Mama Mia's". I see Ryder start to walk to my door, opening it for me to get out. "Come on," He nods his head towards the restaurant. "I promise it's amazing." A warm smile graces his lips.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I'm with Jazmine right now, and we are going inside the restaurant, the guy's reserved. I'm amazed how the place is fancy, it's not your typical restaurant. The hallway is comforting with those elegant chandeliers made of glass, and there's a red carpet going inside. The employees are amiable as they guide us in our respective rooms.