Delicacy Novels & Stories

The things I'd do to fuck that. The sound of slow clapping made both of us freeze. "Well, Well, Well. My brother fucking our innocent little stepsister? Shocker."

Angelica’s POV I sit across from Velan, candlelight dancing on the gold-rimmed plates. The table is laden with a decadent five-course feast, roast lamb sprinkled with rosemary, moose loin glazed with a dark reduction, caviar glistening on crisp blinis, a rare beef filet seared just so, and a delicate salad kissed with truffle vinaigrette. I sample each dish with care, the flavors exquisite yet fleeting on my tongue.

Before I could linger too long, she moved on. “This,” she said, uncovering another dish, “is honey-glazed venison from the northern highlands. The deer meat has been slow-cooked with mountain herbs to ensure tenderness.” A rich, sweet aroma filled the air. My stomach growled in response to the mouth-watering aroma and beautiful plating. “Beside it is river eel, braised in dark soy and spices imported from the southern kingdoms. It is considered a delicacy, even among nobles.” My fingers twitched slightly in my lap.

"Have you lost it? What are you doing?" I gently pushed his hands away and moved to the next ID. Then the next. 100 luxury deliveries in total. The delicacies span from wagyu steak, foie gras, and bluefin to tuna sashimi, each costing $500. Every order carried the same note: [Thank you for your hard work.] Riccardo's voice trembled. "She's gone mad." That night, KeyboardFury posted a smug update: a photo of the lavish lobster next to my note.

The scent danced around Georgina's senses, beckoning her towards the source of its delicious allure. Her gaze settled upon the spacious dining room, a sight that left her breathless. The grand table stretched out before her, adorned with an abundance of culinary delights. It was a feast fit for royalty, a display of opulence that spoke of Marcelo's wealth. The table groaned under the weight of the sumptuous dishes, each one a masterpiece in its own right. Exotic fruits, succulent meats, and mouth watering pastries adorned the surface, inviting Georgina to indulge in a gastronomic extravaganza. It was a feast that could sustain her for weeks, and yet, it seemed almost wasteful in its extravag

The dining hall buzzed with subdued chatter as the girls gathered for supper. Everleigh moved carefully through the rows of long tables, balancing her tray with the simple meal that had been prepared for them. Compared to the modest fare she had been used to, this was luxurious—but far less than the rich, elaborate meals that Krystal and the other noble-born girls had grown accustomed to. Everleigh’s hand tightened around the edge of the tray as she caught Krystal complaining about the portions again, her voice shrill and dripping with disdain.

The postures of the paired couples—Mark's steady serenity, Sylvia's anxious squirming, and Clara's poised arrogance—reflect their respective dynamics. The presentation is extravagant: caramelized asparagus, herbed potatoes, roasted lamb with rosemary, and crystal bowls of chocolate tarts and fruit pavlovas, their scents blending with the jasmine scent. Wine glasses sparkle and silver clinks softly, yet the eerie silence is a precursor to stress. The teasing intensifies at the table under cover of insolent inquiries.

Beaming, he replied, "It's nothing. It's my honor to serve you, Milady." Grace started the engine and asked, "Shall I take you home?" "How about we grab a meal first? It's a privilege to dine with you," Timothy responded. Grace raised an eyebrow and asked, "What would you like to eat?" Timothy didn't have any specific preferences. "Milady, I'm not a picky person. As long as it's filling, it's good for me." Grace thought for a moment. After that, Timothy took out an exquisite gift box from his bag and handed it to her. "Here you go, Milady, a gift for you."

she called out. "Yeah! Whatever!" I repeated before leaving the kitchen. "Hmm, this is so tasty!" She declared after digging into her meal. "Tasty? Tasty or delicious?" I asked her. She couldn't get enough of her plate. "This is far better than delicious and that is why it is tasty!" She proclaimed. "Not in my vocabulary, tasty is equal to okay but delicious is mouthwatering," I told her as seriously as possible. "Whatever! This is delicious!" She admitted. " A bomb!" She yelled like she was just eating my food for the first time.

Melinda’s POV “Give me the craziest dish you have on the menu.” I said, glancing through the dishes. “I want to try something different today.” “Would you like to try our special delicacy, ma’am: The Bird’s Nest Soup.” “The Bird’s Nest Soup?” My eyebrows furrowed. “Now what in the world is that?” “It is an Asian Delicacy made from the nest of the swiftlet bird, ma’am.” “Ohk, bring it on, I guess….” Moments after the waiter left, I started regretting my decision. “Bird’s nest Soup?” I mumbled, looking around. “God knows what I was subjecting myself to?”