Five Nights At Freddy's Restaurant นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But she grins instead. “I will see you there for dinner.” “Good,” I say. Turning, I trudge over to Freddie, who is giving me a knowing look. “What is it, Freddie?” “I was wondering if you were ever going to apologize to me for trying to eat me in the woods.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. His heavy New York accent makes him sound more menacing than he is. Especially since he is here asking for an apology for something he knows I can’t remember.

replied Zed "It's that I don't want to die young." Frederic said "Don't worry." reassured Zed "You know what? Your uncle's wife looked like no one would believe you if you said she was sexually harassing you." Frederic said "People are often what they are not." said Zed "Yeah your right." They stopped at the first nightclub. The music was going loud. The DJ was rocking tunes that were well received by those who jiggle on the track. "I want a really cold vodka and a soda for my friend" Frédéric told the bartender.

She smiles shyly at me, "I'm hungry and not just for food." I chuckled, "Hey that's my line, you shouldn't use it on me." She jumps off me and grabs my hand, "let's eat and get a hotel, I'm dying for your body and soul," she wiggles her brows at me. We walk into the diner and it's pretty packed, we find a booth and open the menu, a server comes over, setting down two large glasses of ice water and to take our order, she smiles "we have a great Friday night fish fry on our special for tonight." My eyes widen at the realization of what is happening, I stammer at the server, "did, did you say Friday night?" She arches her brow, "well yea, it follows Friday morning now doesn't it."

Freddy locked the doorknob and turned to face me, “You hungry?” “Am I?” I was famished. We had spent all morning till late afternoon there, so my stomach was begging for some attention. Laughing, he placed an order for some food to be brought up to our suite. “Yeah. It’s Freddy. I want that seafood platter again. The one with the scallops and prawns. And the fruit tray. And that dessert she liked last time. Send it up now.” He smiled as he dropped the receiver, “It'll be here in fifteen minutes.”

I asked. “What? They’re men and they aren’t married, right? Girlfriends come and go.” “So do booty calls,” I said under my breath. “I heard that the bar open tonight?” she asked. A thought crossed my mind, and I grinned as I eyed Jane. “What?” Jane asked. "Can I stay at your place tonight?” I asked while I covered the phone with my hand. “Of course, what’s up?” I held up my finger before I cleared my throat. “Yeah, Mom. The bar’s open tonight and the Steele is trying something new out. He’s theming nights now.”

"Be our maid, and I’ll make sure you can finally afford real food here." Five years had passed, and Janine had only grown more overbearing. Clearly, with Aiden backing her, she’d been living quite well. I frowned in disgust. Since becoming Luna to the Black Rose Pack, there wasn’t a luxury I hadn’t tasted. Still, the desserts here reminded me of a moment I could never forget. Back when I was at my lowest, the pastry chef here had once offered me a sweet treat. Even after five years, I still couldn’t forget that flavor. This time, I’d come back for that alone, out of pure nostalgia.

Even though I hated wearing tiny shorts because they made the back of my legs stick to the seat, it would have been worth it to be that much closer to him. “I want to apologize for last night,” Freddie said softly after we'd said our hellos to the table. “For what? I'm not the one who had to drive away in that car,” I replied. “You didn't do anything to me.” “I did want to say goodbye. I just wasn't able to,” Freddie explained. He ran a hand through his hair, making the strands stick up slightly. “I was actually rather hoping to get your number. I don't know anyone in Chicago, and you mentioned they had good pizza. I thought you could come be my guide.”

My voice caught, and I dreaded him walking away. “Did I earn your phone number?” he asked. I smiled at him and patted his chest. “And a blow job,” I said before rattling off my number. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine with soft, languid kisses, savoring each second of connection. “I had a wonderful evening, Natasha.” “So did I.” The cab driver yelled out, asking if we were ready. Reluctantly we pulled apart. “Jenna, get that ankle looked at as soon as you can,” Richard said.

They must be shitting me right now. “I am not wearing that,” I protest, but they both ignore me as Amber answers the phone. After a lot of arguments and tears shed by Amber, I am dressed in my jeans and a small tank top that leaves my belly button out. I am being dragged into our local restaurant, the place where we spend most of our Friday nights before we go back to my house and watch film after film. They like to go out dancing, but they spend their Friday nights with me while they dedicate their Saturdays to dating and hooking up. I never really understood their desire to party so hard. We celebrated my birthday with our usual food and drink orders. We even got a small cupcake with a can

Only for one second Laura picked up Emma's phone call. [Sorry, I did not pick up your call. I was in the bathroom.] [Never mind. Are you going to sleep?] [No, I am not. Why?] [I just want to tell you about something that makes me feel happy this day.] [What is that?] [On Friday, Frederick came to our shop when you already went home. He gave me a bucket of roses and also asked me to hang out this day.] [Yes, and then?] [We had our dinner in a restaurant. He prepared many things for our first dinner. He gave me a bucket of flowers and brought a musician to sing my favorite song. And the special thing that makes me happy was—]