Confession Restaurant Novels & Stories

Luther got bolder after that, his words sharper by the second. A smile tugged at Rachel's mouth, like she was laughing at us for not knowing our place. "People this unethical should be kicked out of the company. We can't let them drag us down." The second she finished, a voice came from the conference room door. "Oh? Who are you kicking out?" It was my dad. When he saw me, he smiled. Rachel thought it was for her. She stood right away and greeted him in a sweet voice. "Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work."

I sat in my car while repeating her expression after the conversation she heard and I don't know how can I correct it no matter what. Will it change if I confess? But I need to be honest like her friend said. I need to be honest with myself before saying anything to her. Yes! I thought nodding to myself before driving away and it took longer time to reach my place because of the traffic and found the restaurant packed with the customers and that is mainly because of her streaming about the restaurant dishes and will soon do one for the restaurant exclusively but I don't know whether she will do it anymore as we didn't sign any contract.

"...What?" Laurentia gave an awkward little cough. "So, we may have slightly misled you." She folded her arms. “How so?” Moose smiled sheepishly. "We're not actually having dinner at The Chop. We only told you that because we knew you'd say no otherwise." Moose pointed to the building right next to the restaurant. "We're actually over there." Olivia followed the direction of her finger. Unlike the refined elegance of the restaurant, this place pulsed with music spilling through open doors. Warm amber lights glowed behind smoked glass, while groups of stylish young people laughed on the terrace outside. It was a bar!

Leo was aware of this change but didn’t want to draw any line between them—at least not tonight, he thought. “Okay, I’ll admit my wrongs, ma’am. The owner of the mystery restaurant where we are now sitting is my friend, and I come here whenever I’m in LA. Not telling you that is my only offense, ma'am,” Leo said with his left hand on his chest and his right hand raised like he was taking an oath. Ellen laughed at his theatrics. “Oh, now you concede that you have indeed gone against the law,” she said, playing along.

Alex still looked unconvinced, so I added, “I ate it and I'm here, still speaking with you.” Alex scoffed. “Fine. But if I die from food poisoning, my spirit won’t rest until I get revenge.” I ignored him and told Brian to head to the restaurant. A few minutes later, Brian pulled up in front of a small but fancy restaurant. A red plaque above the entrance read Triple A’s Kitchen, glowing under colorful lights. Alex frowned. “The name alone isn’t convincing.” “Brian,” I said dryly, “I’m not fighting off vengeful ghosts tonight. Get food only for you and me. Alex can eat at the hotel.”

“I’d rather not think of anything on the spot, though.” I had expected that too. “Plan B is the plans I made to celebrate you.” “Let’s just do that,” he agreed. —— The werewolf-only restaurant I picked was just ten minutes out. Low-key, warm lighting, and secluded from human visibility—it had high ceilings, a cozy timber interior, and soft acoustic music playing in the background. The kind of place even the more private alphas frequented when they needed peace and decent steak. We were seated by the window. As Conan peeled off his coat, showing off the gentle curve of his belly, I beamed with pride. That’s mine.

He tilts his head. “Then why are you shaking?” “I’M COLD!” “It’s warm in here.” “I’M—THERMALLY CONFUSED!” He bites back a smile. “You’re adorable when you panic.” I choke. “TAKE THAT BACK.” “No.” “SIR—” “You heard me.” My soul leaves my body. He pulls up in front of… A fancy rooftop restaurant. Glass walls. String lights. Romantic ambience. NO. NOOOOOO. I squawk. “SIR THIS LOOKS LIKE A PLACE WHERE PEOPLE CONFESS FEELINGS.”

I nodded, following behind him while some guards walked behind me. The door to the restaurant had the sign; CLOSED, written boldly on it. There was no way Dice would have managed to book the entire restaurant for us in just hours, right? The doors slid open and the restaurant was empty. Like, totally empty. My heart began to thud in my chest. Did he really? "It's on the roof, ma'am." I stuttered, "It's just us here?" The middle-aged man smiled sweetly at me, then replied, "The Boss booked the entire restaurant an hour ago."

Please join me later for dinner so I can make up for my misstep,' Sebastian said, his voice tinged with a remorseful tone. 'There’s this restaurant that boasts they have the best steak in town. It’s called the ‘V’. I’m not sure if you know it, and I haven’t gone there lately, but installing the first batch of your security system is a good reason to celebrate, don’t you think?' Clara had this impassive look on her face, and Sebastian knew he might have pushed her too far this time. 'Please say yes,' he said with an apologetic look on his face. Trying to appeal to Clara’s better nature, but he looked like he was hungry to devour her instead.

From inside, I could still see him looking at me until Alana made a pout and pulled him away. I had fresh pain inside my chest, but I knew I had to fight it. At least now, I’d managed to stun Chris for a change! I was taken to Le Divalle. It was an elegant, strictly reservations-only restaurant and the most expensive in the city. “Travis Cross,” I said at the reception. Immediately, the receptionist smiled and led me inside the restaurant. I was hoping to see Travis at one of the tables, but I was led to another door.