Confession Restaurant Novels & Stories

“Ledger titled: Men who remember to feed other people’s children.” Vince’s mouth made a small shape that might have been a smile if he’d let it. “Good ledger.” Evening arrived with its velvet mane. Mazzo had moved lunch to dinner, which made secrecy easier and everything else harder. The restaurant knew them. The host did the smile used for patrons who could crush you with a phone call and chose not to. Banquettes, low lamps, jazz brushed soft. A room built to hold confidences and make them sound like conversation.

Chapter 9 Samantha I'M EATING lunch with Jacob across me. He's also silently eating, and I couldn't help but to glance at him from time to time. After what happened this morning, I suddenly felt urges to trust this man in front of me, but I'm just too scared to trust another man again. “Don't you like the food, miss Samantha?” I blinked my eyes continuously and shook my head. “No, it's okay.” He nodded and continued eating. I then pursed my lips before opening my lips to speak again. “What's your previous job, Jacob?”

Lucian rushed after him, nearly tripping in his desperate attempt to keep up. That night, several parents who wished to show genuine repentance arranged a private room in the most exclusive restaurant. It was not just any room. Every corner had been sealed off. No outsiders were allowed near. When Elena and Barr Anderson arrived, the entire restaurant was silent. The silence pressed in, making Elena uneasy. The waiter led them through the halls, until they reached a pair of wide double doors. Elena frowned, confusion darkening her face. Anderson's steps slowed, his instincts warning him.

"Mom, Clara sold our company secrets and still dares to join the contest." She pulled out a magazine, pointing to the rival's early spring collection. The designs were identical to mine. Ruth, who valued the company above everything else, panicked upon seeing this.

One night together might ruin them both. Chapter One The Man Who Eats Alone The hum of soft jazz floated in the air like heat rising off a simmering skillet. Candles flickered low in shadowed sconces. The restaurant had no name on the door. No phone number. No website. Just coordinates whispered between mouths that knew better than to speak too loudly. It was called Neri—but only among those who’d earned the right to say it.

But I hope I don't look too guilty to them. I look around first before I went inside Andrew's car. This secret date is so nerve-wracking. But Andrew seems to enjoy it though. "Baby do you think we should eat at home? I mean if we go to the restaurant people might be suspicious of us." I can't help but tell him my concern. "Don't worry my love I got this," Andrew said in an assuring tone. I'm still nervous but I want to trust him this time. I knew this restaurant. It was owned by Hearst. They are also famous in America. Their restaurant is as famous as Noah's family restaurant.

“No, I’m all better now. Turns out all I needed was a little sleep to set me back to default.” She smiled, “Good girl, I knew you would come around. Now go, don’t keep our informant waiting.” “Where is this meeting taking place?” “The Credenza restaurant, the reservation is under my name,” she said. I looked at her with a mixture of amusement and shock. “Oh please, we are not savages, all our meetings cannot be dark hallways and hunted forests, sometimes we have to show our civilized side too.” I nodded. The Credenza restaurant was one of the posh eating places in the city because of where it was located in the upper district and the nature of the cuisines and chefs it had.

"If he says something cruel, ignore it. If he provokes you, let me handle it." Aurora turned to face him. She thought of Victor Hale, of the King Tech building, of the card she had flushed down the toilet. "I'm sure I'll manage." The restaurant was in Midtown, a private room above a steakhouse that smelled of money and charred meat. The elevator opened into a space of dark wood and low light. A long table ran the length of the room, white cloth, crystal glasses, an

Author's pov… “We are here ma,” The cabby announced and Ann alighted from the cab. ‘Red Stiletto Restaurant’ was boldly written at the top of the building. Ann confirmed the name of the restaurant with the one Ephraim sent, it was the same thing. The restaurant was one of the most expensive and standard restaurants in Singapore. “I hope I don't regret my actions,” Ann muttered to herself, she was feeling so nervous as hell. She exhaled and inhaled sharply before walking in, she was received well by the ones in charge of welcoming customers.

"But I don't trust him." "Ethan," I said gently. "He's our business partner. That's all." "If you say so," Ethan said, but he still looked unconvinced. I kissed his cheek. "I promise, it's nothing to worry about." ..... The next day, Dave texted me the address of the restaurant. It was one of the most exclusive places in the city—the kind that required reservations months in advance. When I arrived with my security detail, I was led through the restaurant to a private room in the back.