Chater Ate Mga Nobela at Kwento

I did not even get the chance to say something. "Nelika, I think your food is waiting." Chad speaks after a couple of minutes I just stood there watching the path he took to get back into the love house. Damn, I did not even notice him watching over me and Chad. I look at the fresh deer meat and growled putting my irritation into the food while chewing it. "Slow down Nelika, I am not going to take your food." The humor in Chad's voice made me hold myself back as I continue eating. If I become stronger I swear I would ask Alpha Xander in a spar, that way I could get a chance to beat his ass!

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

“Thank you.” “Are you gonna eat your food?” Chad asks her after a minute or two of her just sitting there, torturing herself with the scent of bacon. “It really does taste good.” He tells her before he seems to remember something else. It is like she can see the cartoon bulb light up over his head because his face changes so sweetly. “That's right.” He holds up his pointer finger as if pointing to the ceiling. “You are afraid of poison, which is why they sent your food with me. There is nothing in it, but I will prove it to you.”

She could not remember a thing. Floyd nodded solemnly. “Yes, really. Did you forget?” Chatty got down on her feet and said guiltily, “I’ll call Daddy to say sorry.” Floyd quickly stopped her. “Daddy is busy, so don’t disturb him for the time being.” “Okay then…” Chatty put down the phone with understanding. The waiter outside brought in the prepared meals. The dishes were light and refreshing, Nicole’s favorites. Nicole did not even dare to look into Chatty’s eyes.

Third Person POV Ary sat at his Penthouse office desk signing some documents, while Chase Chappelle watched the video clips on Elena's card. When he was done, Chappelle exhaled as if trying to clear the stench of what he’d just seen. “Damn,” he murmured. Ary said, “Run it.” His attention was fully on Chappelle now. Chappelle’s fingers flew across the keyboard, the glow of the screen cast across his face.

Dante's POV I wasn’t hungry. That was the first thing I told myself when Chelsea walked in with that tray like she was carrying peace offerings into a war zone. The smell hit me before I even looked at her , it was spiced rice and something grilled. My stomach tightened, traitorous as ever, but I ignored it. “I’m not hungry,” I said flatly. Chelsea didn’t move. She stood there, holding the tray like it weighed more than it should, her eyes fixed on me as if she could will me into changing my mind. When I didn’t, she sighed and walked closer, setting it down carefully on the table beside me.

He handed his phone to Xavier and said, "Please take a photo of me eating. I want to brag." Xavier laughed and said, "When Hunter sees your photo, he will complain until I invite him to my house." Chase smiled and replied, "He must ask his girlfriend to cook for him." He looked at his plate, salivating, and asked, "Is this a soft pap?" Xavier told him that it was mashed potatoes, then he started eating. Xavier took a photo of him eating. He had a dazzling smile on his face. He looked at Xavier and said, "Our sister-in-law is a rare gem. You have to cherish her, Xavier."

Atom says, so Rayver smiles. "I remember your name because dad always says, 'Atom gives you food again?' "Rayver said and imitated his father's voice, which Atom laughed. "Chato doesn't want you to eat sweet foods, right?" Atom asked, so Rayver nodded and smiled. "He's always giving me salty and sour foods," Rayver said, looking at Axle, who was just listening to them. "Here." Rayver gives the drinks to Axle. "Please, take a seat, Sir. I will just bring our food to the table." Rayver said, which made Atom smiles more.

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"So I have your kid." Tate sat down pulling his chair up closer to her desk. "It's ok. We have a lot of new people this year." Cheyenne nodded, "yeah that happens. How old are you now 7? 8? Tate looked up at her, "I'll be 8 in September." "Well I have no clue when your dad will be back but we have coke in the fridge and I'm pretty sure we have some chips and probably some candy back there from my last store run."