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Benson waved his hand in dismissal. “Hey, how can you say that? I have faith in your reputation, Lord Vedastus. You definitely made the new Heart Eater, but there’s something you don’t know.” Lord Vedastus was puzzled as he asked, “What is it?” Benson tapped the glass with his hand and mysteriously said, “What you don’t know is that this new Heart Eater’s actually not a poison, but a… health supplement.”

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Someone had spent hours on her. Not someone, she thought. Him. A tray waited on the bedside table. Bread. Cheese. A bowl of broth still steaming. And a fresh sheet of paper with a single line of jagged handwriting: Eat. All of it. I'll know if you don't. — K Elara stared at the note. No one had ever told her to eat. They had told her to starve, to beg, to crawl. Never to eat. She ate. The broth was rich with herbs. The bread was still warm. Halfway through, her stomach clenched—too much, too fast—but she forced herself to finish. She would not waste food. She had watched pups starve in the kennels. She had been one of them.

Chen left. “It’s been long since I ate homemade Korean food. The soy sauce, the kimchi stew, Gochujang… Mrs. Chen is the best chef I’ve ever seen!” Eddie praised as she dipped a lump of meat into her mouth. “We need to watch your weight Eddie!” Liz yelled. “You don’t want to get fat when you get back on stage, do you?” Eddie didn’t mind Liz, she ate to the fullest even though she visited the toilet after eating. She went to her room and saw her phone on the desk. She frowned and picked it up.

he commended himself. With her cutlery in hand, Elena carefully started to eat. Once more, what was the name of this location? Her eyes sparkled as she wondered how the ribs could melt in her mouth as she simultaneously chewed on them. Simply put, the ribs at this establishment are the best; a plain Americano can also taste different. It's not surprising that you need a pass to eat here. Elena hadn't been so happy about dinner in a while that she couldn't hide it.

The only things that existed were the island, the eggs, the man at the stove, and the particular contentment of being fed after a long day. Alexander slid the plate across the island. Eggs, toast, a small salad of whatever was in the refrigerator—arugula, shaved parmesan, a simple vinaigrette. Elijah ate in the specific pleasant daze of someone recently woken who was being fed, which was one of the most reliable states of contentment available.

Cutleries clinked against plates, teeth munched through the tasty meal sitting before them. Nova moaned passionately, enjoying her delicious meal. The sweet savour filled the whole room, coursing through their nostrils as they ate from their plates. “Do you love it?” Eryx asked, clearing his throat lightly as he tried to break the silence that filled the room. A soft smile registered on Nova's face while she continued eating her food. “Of course I do. This is great,” she gushed, passionately emptying the contents of her plate.

"I thought you were like those characters that don't trust food prepared outside, and cook for themselves with their mom's recipe because the old housekeeper who had been living with gorgeous lonely them just died yesterday." "How many novels have you been reading?" I asked drily. "I didn't count," she replied. "Anyway, don't you have a long table that stretches from one wall to the other and you fill it with food for every meal?" My goodness, was this woman serious? "I may eat, in your words, 'normal food'," I said, "but nobody eats like whatever character you're describing. Really. How does the character himself even eat like that?" "By doing it," she shrugged. "It's fiction. It's not supp