Fast Past Novels & Stories

Frankly, I've never understood why they changed the name of "The Feast" to the "Nutrition Center." Over seventy percent of the food here is high-fat, high-calorie "American fast food." Given we're in one of the most remote towns in America, finding diverse and multicultural chefs is even harder than getting truant students to attend class. Vegetarians even staged a public protest at school, leading to two chaotic weeks of everyone bringing their own lunches! Can't blame them, though—other options are either atrociously bad or might as well be diet pills.

"Still working on it. Turns out writing a novel while working at fast food isn't the productivity hack they advertise." "Well, when you're famous, I'll tell everyone you used to order vanilla lattes here," Prisha grinned, sliding the coffee across the counter. Casey arrived at Burger Blast with five minutes to spare, nodding to Tomas, who looked relieved to see her. "Thank god you're covering," he said, already untying his apron. "Saturday morning rush is about to start and we don’t have a moment to lose.” "No problem," Casey said, tying on her apron and checking that the register was properly stocked with receipt paper. "Mika feeling better?"

He had changed from being the sulking guy to ecstatic in a flash. "There is this shop close to Creamys," he began explaining excitedly. Like a kid offered the last candy in a candy store. "They have the best burgers in town, they also got steaks, French fries and whip up a mean chocolate cookie." He was talking very fast now, "Summers has the very best fast food in all of Wild Oaks..." "Willis?" Leigh called in alarm when she realized the bus had continued moving. "Don't worry, I promise not to let you eat too much," He finished, crossing a finger over where his heart would be.

Asya said working with Jess is like playing. While Fathia enjoys her meal, Jess is still juggling her Frappuccino and low-sugar cookies that she likes. It doesn't take long for Fathia to finish her portion of food. Jess is quite surprised by how quickly her friend devours the meal. "Are you hungry?" she asks, voicing her curiosity.

I head to the Greek restaurant where Nek and I ate some days ago. “This looks nice” I mutter as I look at a picture of the Pastitsio, which is a baked pasta dish made with ground meat, macaroni, and a creamy béchamel sauce, topped with grated cheese. “Can I have the Pastitsio” I say, handing the menu to the waiter. He nods and excuses himself. In about 10 minutes, the waiter arrives with my food, which is faster than when Nek and I ate here. We waited for more than 15 minutes, there was probably something wrong in the kitchen that must have caused the delay.

I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

Camden replied and pocketed his phone. "For a fastfood restaurant this place is pretty slow," Jason said. "I literally just ordered," Camden told him. "It's fastfood, not instant food," he added. "Really? Wow, I did not know that at all," Jason retorted. "Oh god, I already have to deal with Knoxx, why have you given me a second one?" Camden asked, looking up at the ceiling while his friends sniggered. He looked at Arielle, just because her sniggers were the loudest. "You gotta deal with them too, what's so funny?" He added.

I said " fine, that's cool but I hope you don't mind me telling her everything" he threatened "fuck you john" I cursed " I will take that as a deal" he said "48 hours from now, I will be expecting your call, 48 hours to decide Angelina, just 48 hours girl. I hope you make good use of your time", he said before leaving the restaurant.

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

"Drive fast." ⁠