Confession Restaurant Novels & Stories

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.

she asked. I leaned in, a conspiratorial look on my face. "I can prove it because the owner of this restaurant is a close friend of mine. And I can assure you, he'll vouch for the fact that I've never brought anyone here before. This is my secret dining spot, my sanctuary. I come here to escape the chaos of my life, and I've never shared it with anyone... until now." Sophia's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at me with a newfound appreciation. "Wow, I'm honored," she said, her voice sincere.

Rogul is the beefy character I'm playing, a savage war chief who likes Himalia, the princess Evelyn plays. "That's certainly troublesome indeed." Smith glances at me with a pained smile that speaks of his inner concern for me. He knows how badly I want to talk with Daria again. "Some coffee might cheer you up?" "From where?" I mutter without bothering to hide my grumpiness. "There are paparazzi at every goddamn place we go—I never thought my life would change so drastically after I've been seen half-naked." Smith chuckles again. "There is this restaurant called "The Parlor," and they only serve the rich and famous. I've heard paparazzi are strictly forbidden from accessing the restaurant, an

His eyes had adapted to the darkness, and through the faint light placed on the dining table, he could make out the outline of Danielle's face. The waiter presented them with steak, pasta, and chicken wings. Danielle commented, “This might not be as fancy as the rated restraints you go to, but at least the atmosphere is nice enough, isn’t it?” “Not bad.” “Haz says that this is a good place for people who are unsure about each other’s feelings to eat and confess. Back then, this roommate of mine wanted to confess to the boy she liked but was afraid of rejection. That’s why Haz recommended they come to this place.