Confession Restaurant Novels & Stories

"You have no idea, Hanord. Her hotness is melting me softly." "Then you're in trouble, my friend. You're trapped in her web as it is." They shared a long glance while rooted on the entrance. As they strode through the entrance of the transparent restaurant, heads turned toward their direction. An elegantly furnished building with a boldly written sign; Dinner Lina; blinking on its mouth. When out, anyone could see through the floor, the window glass walls spread around. Inside Dinner Lina, they were ushered into a private round table for six. Several mouth watering dishes spread out on the table runner. Digging in, their speeches were mild.

Mei frowned. “And he knows something about AIM?” Sarah answered quietly. “That’s what he said.” The convoy stopped in front of a warm, glowing restaurant on a quiet corner. A red sign hung above the door. Sam’s Place The smell of grilled food and warm bread drifted through the cold air. Jasmine raised an eyebrow. “This is the secret source?” John shrugged. “Let’s find out.” They stepped inside. The restaurant was cozy. Wooden tables. Old photos on the walls. It felt normal.

"Ah, I know! You must not know the restaurant that just opened three days ago, right? It's across the street from this building. Just go there." Arleena was actually just talking as an alibi. But Arleena realized she had to quickly catch Merliana's return conversation. "Really? Does that restaurant serve meat steaks?" asked Arleena, forced to play along to support her alibi. Merliana nodded her head. "Of course. It's a meat steakhouse. You should try it." Arleena nodded her head. Before she could reply, someone called her name. "Arleena! You haven't eaten lunch at all?!"

She gulped hard and carefully placed the trays of food on rhe big table, alongside the other maids. "Isn't that the confessor?" She heard one of the Kings ask and her heart gave a mighty leap. Oh! That was what she'd been so scared of. "Yeah, the last confessor' another sniggered. Isabelle tried to act like it was nothing as she successfully dropped her tray. But just when she was about walking out with the others, she heard her name: "Come back here - confessor" The voice was husky and she knew instantly it was one of the Kings.

Our meals are full of banter and stories that in any other establishment would have nearby patrons turning white in fear and disgust while calling the authorities. It’s strange having a partner in crime, but it’s nice having someone who isn’t family that I can confide in regarding all the gory details of my life, one who won’t be repulsed or demand I be committed. We’re both in the middle of our mains when I notice a familiar face exit the backroom. Suddenly picking Ambrosia feels like a colossally bad idea. What the fuck is Castor doing here?

“Raymond, about that night... It was just an accident, you know. It won't happen again. You don’t need to feel responsible for me. I’m sorry if it upset you.” “Noah, it’s not your fault. I’m just concerned about my dear friend. Please, let me know your location?” I told him where I was and ended the call. I entered the humble restaurant. An old sign saying “Sam’s Shack” was barely hanging on its hinges. Inside, it smelled like beer, cigarettes and urine. The place was deserted, except for a middle-aged man in shabby clothes sitting at a dirty table. “Mr. Miller?” I asked tentatively.

I so wanted to kick Anya in the backside for her pathetic attempts. Anya avoided looking at me and continued, "Shaz managed to book a table at that Italian restaurant in the Cineplex, that we have been planning to go for so long. And from there we will go and watch a movie. But I am not going to say which movie it is, because each of you will want a different one. We are just going, Okay?" she looked around as if daring someone to speak against her. "Geez Anya. Calm down. Of course, we will go. Spending time with Mo is the priority here." Teja said as he left.

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

“You have to help us. There are men with guns and they are holding us hostage at—” What is the name of this restaurant again? Fuck. Fuck! I can't remember the damn name! Think Daisy. Think! “Ma'am, I need you to stay calm,” the operator says. “Where are you located?” “Um... it's... it's a restaurant on...” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to remember the street name Sebastian mentioned when we first arrived. “West 52nd Street. Near... near 8th Avenue. It's called... The... The Cove. Italian restaurant. Red awning outside.”

He didn't want anyone to see him walking with these two people. Sarah and Melvin exchanged glances. "Fine." St. Ritz Restaurant. In a corner private room, Sarah and Melvin sat on one side while Dr. Xavier sat across from them. Without question, St. Ritz had the strongest confidentiality in all of East Coast. After the dishes were served, Melvin had the waitstaff close the door and hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign. "Dr. Xavier, can you talk now?" Melvin asked.