Chapter One Restaurant Mystic Novels & Stories

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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.”

She took my hand and squeezed it. “Do you know you won’t get to taste other dishes once you settle for one?” I stopped walking in the hotel lobby. I didn’t understand what she meant. “What dishes?” She rolled her eyes. “Martha, this is what girls do before they get married. Don’t be so conservative and innocent. Let’s go.” She pulled me towards the counter. I had no choice but to follow Angeli. The staff gave us a card, and then we got into the elevator.

Lucas’s POV There are two kinds of madness. The kind that sneaks in through the cracks. And the kind that kicks the door off its hinges and dares you to stop it. I didn’t sneak into Selina’s evening; I kicked the fucking door. The maître d’ was halfway through explaining that the restaurant was fully booked for private parties, but I didn’t hear him. My eyes were already locked on the far table near the back terrace. Candlelight. Wine. A soft jazz quartet playing in the background. The whole fucking scene straight out of a high-society fairy tale.

The room fell silent as every eye turned towards the unexpected visitors. "Ah, Misty, dear, you've brought a guest," exclaimed a kindly voice from the center of the room. Hazel peered around Misty to see an elderly woman with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with hospitality as she approached. "This is Hazel," Misty replied, guiding Hazel forward with a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "And this is Miss Ruba, our esteemed head chef." Hazel offered a shy smile in return. Despite her initial hesitance, she couldn't help but be drawn in by the welcoming atmosphere of the kitchen.

Now I could only hope that whatever David was about to tell me would be worth wasting that time… The restaurant was called Himitsu, meaning Secret in Japanese. The name was quite adequate since the entrance looked like the porch of a neglected house with no signs mentioning the restaurant outside. As soon as I passed the threshold, a smiling concierge led me to long, round stairs going down. Yep, it turned out the restaurant was in the deep basement... I cursed under my breath as I descended the carved iron steps, once again hoping David's news would be worth it.

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…

Instead, I made my way to the counter, snatched an apple, and bit into it with enough force to shatter diamonds. He observed me chew as if my eating bothered him somehow. “What?” I snapped. “Breakfast is ready,” he replied. I glanced over at the dining area. A full spread awaited, eggs, toast, fruit, oatmeal , just like something you'd find at a hotel buffet. “Oh. I didn’t realize.” “You're going to be staying here. You should be aware.” A flicker of annoyance ignited in my chest. “Maybe you could try being a bit nicer with your words.”

"Yes, Lily. I have an important meeting tomorrow with some business partners. I promised them an amazing meal, and I know you make excellent risotto al tartufo. I’d like you to cater for it." "Of course, sir. That’s part of my job," I said, keeping it professional. He paused for a moment before continuing. "I brought you something from my trip," he said, pulling out a cookbook signed by Chef Pierre Martin, the famous chef in Paris. "I noticed from your socials that you’re a big fan of his." I stared at the book in disbelief. Even though everything about "Lily" was fake, my admiration for Pierre Martin was real. "Oh my God! Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, hugging him without thinking.

Tanya’s POV I felt eyes someone’s eyes was watching my every move but I didn’t give much thought to it, for I know it could be the other students of Mystique University who also saw me as an alien. After my class that morning, I headed to the cafeteria, I was hungry and since I hadn’t eaten in the morning, the insects in my stomach were beginning to bite me profusely. I felt uncomfortable gazes on me, I wanted to disappear and reappear at the cafeteria but HA! I am no magician or witch. I looked down the whole time as I took careful steps as though the ground was going to break if I walked any harder than I did. When I got there, the gazes never stopped, rather they multiplied. I made my way