Chapter One Restaurant Mystic Novels & Stories

Then, without a word, she slowly turned toward the kitchen and picked up her coat from the chair. She looked over her shoulder, the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. “You’re buying,” she said quietly. Fabian’s heart leapt, and a slow, relieved smile spread across his face. “Gladly,” he replied. The restaurant was one of the city’s most well-known spots—elegant but comfortable, with soft lighting, clinking glasses, and the quiet hum of conversation filling the air. Fabian and Cassandra were seated at a cozy table near the window, the glow of a candle flickering between them as they browsed the menus.

“And I heard they have delicious delicacies.” I ignored the delicious delicacy and let my eyes roam over the restaurant. Everyone was barely paying attention to the things happening around them. Some were eating and licking off their hands as if they didn't care that anyone would pay attention to them. In one word, the place was beautifully chaotic. It was the perfect place to meet without thinking of being seen or heard. “I think we should order first,” Greg said, pulling his chair up. I watched him disappear down the lane that led to the counter.

“What the hell was that?” I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my chest too heavy. Because I understood. That hadn’t been a rescue. That had been a message. Theo had crossed into Damien’s territory. And Damien did not share. ----- End of Chapter Seven ✨

Shrugging off the thought, he presented her with the sandwich. "This looks amazing." Misty bit in and moaned a little. The sound of it had his dick twitching. "This bacon is delicious." Denver subtly adjusted his jeans. "Fresh from Maxwell Organics." "It shows." She ceased all conversation and demolished the sandwich, then guzzled the ginger ale he'd poured her. Amused, he crossed his arms. "Want chips or something?" "No, this will hold me. I mostly just wanted an excuse to see you." She slid off the stool and put her empty plate in the waiting dishwasher.

Not long after, their car rolled to a stop at a seven-star restaurant. Maurice guided her inside with effortless grace, his hand never leaving hers. Mia gasped as her eyes swept over the golden chandeliers, marble floors, and glittering glass walls. “Hubby...” she whispered, awestruck. “This place looks like heaven.” Seated at a private table, Mia flipped through the menu with childlike excitement before ordering her favorite dishes, the priciest ones, naturally. Maurice only chuckled softly, amused at her glowing enthusiasm.

He asked and she bit her lip before nodding, she realized she hasn't been eating well recently and it was because of the maid's duties. “You haven't been eating?” He asked and she nodded. “The maid duties are really tiring.” She replied and he looked around. “Come on.” He muttered and walked ahead of her, she followed him and they walked into a building and Ashley realized it was a restaurant. “Wow, there is a restaurant in the Mystic World.” Ashley muttered and smiled, she will never forget her experiences here. Immediately after they entered the restaurant, the people in it bowed to Hayden and left in fear, Hayden sat down and Ashley also did.

“ Welcome to Mystic restaurant. “ Beauty said all smiles as she attended to a customer. The lady stared at her from head to toe and she looked away. The first code of the restaurant was to take shit from anyone if you want to your job. Funny, right? That's the only way she could survive. The job was paying well but the customers were annoying but she had to put up with them everyday. There were some loving ones who managed to lift her day. " Is she going to serve me? “ The lady asked her partner after checking her out.

The gates opened slowly, like the house itself was hesitant to let her in. The mansion looked almost the same—polished stone walls, trimmed hedges, and those long marble steps that led up to the wide mahogany doors. Inside, the dining room glowed under a chandelier. The table was already set, a full spread of food laid out—roasted lamb, mashed potatoes, fruit bowls, and glistening wine glasses that caught the light like little suns. Cassidy’s eyes scanned the table and froze when she saw Misty sitting there. Misty didn’t look up. Her mascara was smudged, her eyes swollen, her hair a little tangled. She looked like someone who hadn’t slept in days.

I told her, still close enough that my breath mingled with hers. Her brow furrowed in curiosity. “Out where?” “Somewhere we’ve never been together,” I said cryptically, enjoying the way her eyes lit up with intrigue. “You’ll see. Get ready.” The restaurant I picked was one of the finest in the city. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, and soft music played in the background, adding to the elegance. It was the kind of place where every detail screamed sophistication, from the way the tables were set to the precision of the servers’ movements.

Nori took the liberty to take my small bag, which by the way did not weigh anything, and carried it as he place his left hand on my back for support. Nori guided us inside the mall and walked directly to the restaurant first which was named, “The Shrimp Haven”. I smiled just by seeing the name of the restaurant and I feel that Little Wolf was agreeing as the smell of buttered shrimp enters my nose. Nori, the gentleman that he is, opened the door for Mikey and me to enter. Inside we were met by a receptionist who guided us to our table. After helping me take my seat, Nori picked up Mikey and placed him on the baby’s high chair.