Edward Diner Novels & Stories

By the time I looked and smelled the food, my stomach rumbled; I was hungry, it was telling me. Edward was smiling and smirking at me." Is the little Red hungry, hmm?" I nodded my head and licked my lips, thinking about my fish and chips. I started dragging him to the cart. Hello, may I help you?" the food cart worker asked. Yes, Edward said. Please give us four fish and extra chips with vinegar and Tatar sauce, thanks. She rang us up. That be $20.98, please. I was getting money out to pay us, but Edward stopped me. "What do you think you’re doing? I am paying for my food, why" Oh no sweet cheeks I frowned at him. But I can pay this time, I told him. He did not listen to me. We said thank y

He pulled up to my favorite steakhouse and gave the key to the valet before we headed inside. The host took us to our table, and Edward sat next to me. "What can I get you to drink?" The waitress asked "I will have a Coke," I said "I will have the same," Edward said. The waitress left, and we looked at the menu. "I still can't believe you eat food," I said "Ha ha ha. It's not like I haven't heard that one before," Edward said. "I wanted to talk to you about some things," Edward said. "About what?" I asked

I want to eat dumpling soup from the sunset restaurant and don't even think about coming back to me empty handed and you can't deceive me with the soup from other shops. Edward picked up the pillow and walked to the bed step by step. "Alright but you should eat something during the time because the restaurant is a little far away from here and you might get hungry during this time. But I mean hungry for food." "Edward, I dare you to repeat again." And Ruby tried to hit Edward again but Edward caught her little hand. "Little woman, if you only have the courage to hit back in the shooting, I won't have to worry for you that much." Edward said with full of affection.

Although he is having coffee to reduce his headache, its no use. Edward picks up the cup dishearteningly and takes a sip. "TCH! Still hot.", he puts the cup down and looks outside through the glass window. People are going to their respective destinations. Some are chatting and some are gossipping while sitting on the benches beside the road. It's almost time for lunch. Employees of Edward's company are going out to the cafeteria to have lunch. They have hamburgers and cokes, pasta, sandwiches and many other fast foods on their hands. Seeing others enjoying their foods, Edward's getting hungry. Edward starts sweating looking at a guy who is roaming around in the scorching sun. He is sweating

Thanks to Edward. He had snagged a little card when I was busy staring at the glass display in the bakery. They did not have any online presence so he personally called and convinced them to reconsider. I still had a difficulty believing he managed to negotiate with them over the phone and they immediately agreed as well. He must be a powerful man at work. I thought. Edward drove to a restaurant in the town. "How pretty," I said, as we followed the hostess to our seats, my gaze taking in the pale blue walls and subdued pendant lighting.

“Good evening, sir. Reservation?” “Edward Miles.” he said. She smiled, checked her list, then gestured for us to follow. “Right this way, please.” We were led through a quiet hallway filled with soft music, the scent of baked bread and roasted meat filled the air. The diner was cozy but upscale, dim lighting, candles flickering on each table, fresh flowers in vases, and booths separated by golden dividers. Edward pulled my seat for me before taking his place opposite me. A sleek black tab was placed in front of us with the menu on display. We scrolled together, choosing a mix of pasta and grilled fish, then handed the tab back to the waitress.

Edward stood at the door of his house and hesitated for a moment, then simply turned around and knocked on the opposite door. "Who?" Erik came out to open the door, and was a little surprised when he saw Edward: "Mr. Martel, why are you ......?" "My girlfriend is working overtime temporarily, do you want to have dinner with me?" Edward smiled at Erik: "The bottle of champagne you gave is still open by you personally." "Then you wait for me." Five minutes later, the Shang who had changed his clothes also appeared in Edward's restaurant. "Come and try my craft." The steak that Edward had fried a few days ago was served, and a simple vegetable salad was made.

My dad then said, “Lana, wash up and join us for lunch.” “Okay,” I replied and headed upstairs. A few minutes later, I returned to the sitting room. We moved to the dining table and began eating and chatting comfortably. I learned that Edward is a scientist working at the national research institute. I realized the reason I felt he was different from the others who have been around my dad is because of his unique demeanor. After lunch, my dad suggested, "Darling, you can go see a movie with Edward, and also visit some fun places. Staying at home might make you feel depressed."

Dylan asked thoughtfully as he approached. "You're full? "Edward was taken aback. "That's right. Mom and I already ate, there are so many delicious foods, go try some!" "We are going to the restaurant!" Edward hissed through clenched teeth before turning to leave. He went to all the trouble of changing his clothes and they were done eating without him... Edward was taciturn on his way to the restaurant. Dylan seemed to read his mood and offered pleadingly. "Daddy, actually I can still eat ... "Edward was silent. That was fine, but he was worried that Liana might not be able to take another bite.

"Good evening. Are you ready to order? A familiar voice said. I froze. Edward stood beside me in a black uniform, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair pushed back. His eyes landed on me, surprise at first, then hurt before he looked away. My heart hammered. Why did this feel like I'd been caught cheating? Daniel glanced between us. "You two know each other?" "He works at my company," I replied. He raised his brows, and I immediately regretted saying anything. "This is my father's restaurant," Edward said calmy, directing it at Daniel. "I help out on weekends." We placed our orders, and Edward walked away. The conversation went downhill from that point.