Confession Restaurant Novels & Stories

“Please, just lunch. No pressure. There’s… something I need to say.” I closed my eyes, already knowing where this would lead. “Where?” “The restaurant,” he said simply. “You know the one.” Of course I did. The place where he’d first confessed his feelings, where he’d looked at me with eyes that saw too much, wanted too much. “Okay,” I whispered before I could stop myself. ⸻ The restaurant was quiet when I arrived. Early lunch meant only a few tables were filled. Soft jazz played in the background, the kind of music that usually made me relax but today only wound me tighter.

"Hazel, Grandpa Omar, the dinner is ready. I’m here to take you there." Sheila had worked late the night before and hadn’t gotten up yet. Omar and Hazel exchanged a glance before following Damon out. The restaurant they were going to was a rather hidden one, located in a suburban area not far from the city. It seemed somewhat desolate but had a touch of natural beauty to it. The restaurant was nestled in a grove of trees, so hidden that ordinary people would never find it unless they had been personally recommended. Since they were discussing something confidential, it was a good place to ensure no one would overhear.

". The restaurant respected the privacy of their clients and keep their identities a secret, the restaurant is divided into different cabins and no one knows the backer behind it but everyone knows that it's not a common restaurant that must be trifled with or your existence gets wiped off the surface of the earth. They met JW, Dominique and Carol already chatting away like long time friends and the ladies laughed at a joke, obviously what JW said. He was the first to notice the pair who had come in "Welcome, hope the reporters didn't give you a hard time" he inquired with a sardonic smile on his face. Sylvia gave him a cold stare which wiped the smile off his face replacing it with fear, 'h

he murmured, “Fuck…OK. You are right. A little investigation will not hurt. Let’s do this.” Aurora smiled. She knew that she could get Clemente on board. “But where should we start?” Clemente asked. “Well…I am thinking, maybe we should start with the restaurant that Keavy ordered that takeout from?” Aurora said, “That is the source of everything, isn’t it?” Clemente nodded and they left the archive room together. The restaurant was located in a small town outside of the royal palace. An upscale little place that served fusion cuisine. A waitress greeted them when they came into the door, “Good afternoon. Table for two?”

Xavier said, his posture rigid and commanding. ​When the meeting finally broke, the tension was a physical weight. Danny, true to form, had identified a restaurant two blocks away. "Warden Reyes’s list," he said, holding up his phone. "It’s a five-star Italian place. She said if we don't eat there, we're disrespecting her heritage." ​The restaurant was a dimly lit corner of Georgetown, all red velvet and hushed conversations. They were a strange ensemble: Scarlett and Xavier, Danny, Clara, and Kate.

Stag listens to the reply and motions for me to follow him inside. I follow him through the entry way back into the loud dark. I sure hope he is taking me somewhere with ginger ale. We walk to one side of the room to an employees only door near one of the bars. We walk up a flight of stairs to a hallway with couple doors. He opens the second on the left. It’s a lounge area with windows over looking the club below. “Need anything?” Stags asks, not following me into the room. “Ginger ale?” I ask hopefully.

He said teasing her. "You don't want? We'll then you can go home now and I will eat by myself alone." she replied coldly. Jate waved his hands. "No, no, no I'm just curious if you really wanted to treat me. Ha hah ha." Then the two of them left the building and hopped on the car, and drove to the Angel's springs restaurant. This is the famous restaurant in the city, and run by a mysterious owner. That no one knew his real Identity besides the General Manager.

' I blushed just thinking about it. "Where should I drive to?" He asked and I thought how he should've asked told him in the first place rather then dressing up myself. "Bedroom Restaurant," I said. It's the best, we can have our privacy. I mean once the food is served, the door will be locked and anyone cannot open the door from outside no matter what. It's sound proof too hehe. My mind is getting all naughty these days! Shit! I shouldn't have said that. What will he think? Only couples planning to be intimate will go there usually. But it has the best privacy and I love privacy.

“Blame it on your ill luck.” “Even at the restaurant?” I squint my eyes as if warning him to vomit whatever he has in mind or I’ll bite. “What restaurant?” “New Year’s Eve. KF restaurant.” I pout before the man adds, “In the male bathroom?” Bloody male restroom? How the fuck did we meet― oh… Oh! That was him? The buzzcut guy that I didn’t care to look twice at! No wonder I kept feeling like I knew him from somewhere.

" Don't! Last time Cynthia brought me here to eat a meal. Because I couldn't see anyone, I felt extremely at ease in my heart. I wanted to invite you before, but I never had a chance. It just so happens that right now your exposure is too high, so people will recognize you easily. I thought this place was very suitable for you, so I invited you here. Ah, hurry up and go back. This chair is small, but you are pushing me down to the ground." Rolando smiled, then stood up and returned to his seat. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he could see the contours of his face through the faint light on the table. The waiter brought her the steak and chicken wings. Carina said, "Although this place