Eater Novel Novels & Stories

The Eater went down hard, but I didn't wait around to see what happened next. I raised the rod and went after the next one hitting it in its stomach with a perfectly aimed blow. It rolled off Benny caught off guard since its entire attention was centered on getting his soul. Benjamin rolled up swiftly then grabbed the Eater before it could recover and threw it as hard as he could. The creature went flying and didn't even graze the low wall around the roof before going over the side.

"How am I supposed to survive anorexia?" The top comment read, "Get yourself a boyfriend who's a chef! My husband changes up the menu every single day of the year, and even the apples he slices for me are always shaped like little bunnies. I've basically fallen in love with food because of him!" A netizen gushed, "Whoa! Where do you even find a gem like that?"

Chapter One Hundred Fourteen Elsie POV The dining room was bright, too bright, the morning sun streaming through the tall windows and casting harsh light across the polished table. Silver gleamed. China clinked. The scent of fresh bread and roasted meat filled the air, but Elsie's stomach churned with something that had nothing to do with hunger.

She happily savored each dish one by one, her face full of satisfaction. At this time, the restaurant is also quite crowded. Jennifer and Edric Miller sat at the third table by the window. In fact, Jennifer has a very different eating taste from other rich ladies. When she was in school, she always prioritized eating at sidewalk restaurants, or a small restaurant, sometimes eating while walking like a child.

I opened my eyes, looked down and—feeling very little surprise—saw The King Wears Yellow sitting open before me on the den table. I loosed a shuddering sigh. There it was. The book that, apparently, I couldn’t get rid of. Something tore free inside. With amazingly little fanfare, I reached out and pulled the book toward me . . . The phone in the kitchen rang. Its shrill alarm jerked me upright. A shock ran through me. My earlier feelings of revulsion about that book returned, shaking off the blissful numbness I’d felt only minutes before. Like a recovered alcoholic who had nearly fallen off the wagon, I jerked my hands away from the book, pushed my chair back from the table and lurched uprig

I glanced over and all three Walker brothers and the two girls started to make their way toward us. I sighed and faced her. “You are ridiculous.” She snorted at me. “Hey, if I can enjoy some eye candy, I’m going to.” I snorted back at her. I took another bite of the casserole that I was now obsessed with. I hadn’t had something like this ever. My meals were always planned out by personal chefs at home. And back in Seoul, everything was highly healthy. “Babe, I think whoever eats the food in this horrid establishment is utterly disgusting.” The girl who yelled at Cora yesterday said as they passed and eyed the food on our trays.

You can't have two mates or so. However, it was mentioned in the novel that the owner of my body, Evelyn, was born to another woman. However, I don't know if it was true or not since this novel consists of five hundred chapters which I immediately dropped. Anyway, the chapter that I read was filled with bullying, gore, bloody scenes, and lovey-dovey between the two protagonists. Yes, this novel is rated for eighteen and above.

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

Elian said, holding up something. "Leave it," Dante said. Elian left it. At noon they sat together on the wall and ate the bread and cheese Dante had cut that morning, which Elian had taken inside and forgotten to refrigerate because he was already thinking about the novel on the way back to the kitchen, but which was still good because good bread is resilient. "The novel," Dante said. "Did you work on it this morning?"