Delicacy Novels & Stories

Test it. The woman took the man's word. And she had the cocktail, it was certainly delicious. Dinner was delicious, the oysters and the lobster. It tasted sweet, it was a delicacy that melted in your mouth, it was the first shellfish she had eaten in years. While the woman enjoyed dinner, the man just enjoyed a glass of red wine and stared at her with a smile.

I teased, my voice sugar-sweet. He chuckled. “No. I just didn’t think you’d order something you didn’t know.” “I know about it,” I said smoothly. “Then tell me about it.” I blinked once, then launched into the most believable nonsense I could make up on the spot. “It’s… a coastal delicacy. Popular in… uh… southern Europe. Usually served on special occasions. Very… light.” He leaned back, one corner of his mouth twitching. “That's the most ridiculous made up story I have heard in my life.”

My whole body jerked once, twice, then went limp. Elizabeth withdrew the breadstick slowly. Brought it above the table. Looked me dead in the eye. And took a slow, deliberate bite. She chewed. Swallowed. Licked her lips. “Delicious,” she murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. Alex glanced up. “What?” “The breadsticks,” she said sweetly. “Mia, you really should try one. They’re unforgettable today.” I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. My clit still pulsed, my thighs slick, my mind blank except for one thought:

Her smirk fell quickly from her face as she gave him the finger, the very mark of a smart person. "Jerk!" The woman made a point of loudly resorting to name calling, which he found rather funny considering no one could hear it above the music which was her obvious intention to ward off any potential woman within ear shot. He chuckled, he was always grateful for one such willing dinner piece. The shift in the atmosphere alerted him to the fact that his piece was on the move. He sensed a new presence around hers, even from where he was sitting it was a strong one. The time to move was now, he realized he could wait no longer to closely scope things out, observing, he was threatened by the

the magically appearing waiter said as he refilled my water glass. "Thank you." As we stood, Mother reached for my hand and squeezed. "Dear, when I decided to visit you, I decided to share more than that story with you. Please give me time." I squeezed her hand back and nodded. The volume of the room increased as we made our way toward the buffet. Live entertainment crooned as chefs manned the many tables. Artesian breads, bagels, and rolls were just the beginning. There was a raw bar with tuna tartare and sushi, as well as an assortment of oysters, mussels, and crab. Traditional breakfast foods such as waffles, grits, potatoes, and eggs were also present. The dessert bar was too decadent to

"I understand. I'm sorry, this won't happen again." "Thank you. I really appreciate that." Delice flashed her a subtle smile. That smile no matter how gentle and good natured it always looked, it consistently made Zezi feel uneasy. Lady Delice was too good to be true. A saint in the midst of darkness. An absolute impossibility. She acted too unaffected by everything to actually be that unaffected. Her good natured, saintly, personality that she consistently put forward was just too unbelievable. Nothing but an over practiced lie, Zezi was sure about it.

Delicious food steamed on the plates and the goblets filled with purple wine as rich as nectar. There was a civet of hare, a quarter of lamb which had been a night in salt, a stuffed goose with garlic, and a loin of veal with red onions and honey. Psyche looked on in amazement as another myriad of dishes came to fill the table. Dessert was brought in; gilt sugar-plums, and pomegranate seeds, then an enormous pie, surmounted with smaller pies, which formed a crown. The crust of the large pies was gold-gilded all round and frosted at the top. The serving-maids were invisible, and she could merely hear their words emerging from thin air.

After some hesitation, she said, "I see. We'll set it aside for now, then. This is a local delicacy in Grand City. You can't even buy this with money." "Thanks; I appreciate it," replied Harvey, feeling the pressure. He had no choice but to get himself a bowl of oats with milk and slowly eat it. Harvey was worried Vaida might add something special to the oats or milk, but after eating, he realized there was nothing weird in it. It was just delicious. If food also had realms, while this was not at the level of a True Warrior, it was definitely at the level of a King of Arms. That was something that Harvey found surprising.

“Is there a problem, guest?” “A problem?” My voice was ice. “I paid a fortune for this ‘retreat.’ And you’re serving me… this?” I gestured at the platters, my fingers itching to flip them into the sand. His expression tightened, the smile becoming a grimace. “This is our island’s premier delicacy. Reserved for our most valued guests. All the other guests seem to be enjoying it.” I looked.

Pear in red wine. Each word is traced with calligraphic precision. Each dish chosen to please, to impress, to celebrate. No one will know that the hand that wrote it trembled internally with hatred. No one will see that behind the hostess's smile hides the cold rictus of a general who has just declared war.