Food My Muse Novels & Stories

"Thank you for asking" Her voice sounded soft and sophisticated, it was laced with a slight English accent which he found appealing. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was also at Oxford during his time there. "My pleasure". He said simply, the subtle English accent in his tone also ringing out. "Would you like to order now? I've been here for a while". He slid the menu across the table gently. "Oh I see, I believe I'm not quite late". She said glancing at her wristwatch. "In fact I am on time, Mr. Muhammad".

I mutter back, hoping he thinks I'm talking about the food. "One moment, please," he mutters, quickly putting on a shirt from the wardrobe – something they've probably prepared as well. After dishing out the meal, we both take our seats across from each other, engaging in conversation as we eat. The Mauritian cuisine is a treasure trove of delicious treats, each burst of flavor more surprising than the last. We've enjoyed a variety of dishes, the names of which I'm unfamiliar with, but they are undoubtedly far more exciting than the bland, chronically healthy foods I was used to eating due to Emma's condition. I particularly love the dumplings filled with meat and the equally delicious broth

“You’re in for a treat! Let me stop and get Milo and Codi on the way.” 2 MONTHS LATER “Beta?” Musu’s voice rings in my mind. “I have something.” “I’m in my office with Codi. Come on by.” I reply. A few minutes later, Musu rushes in with her laptop. She looks put together as always, wearing a formal work dress and heels like she always does, even if she’s working in the packhouse. Unlike her usual even keeled self, she looks flustered. “Musu, what’s wrong?” I pull my shirt down and put Codi against my chest so I can burp her.

asked Maureen in amazement after signing the receipt and letting the courier go. Ben was still preoccupied and ignored her, especially with the wireless speaker in his ear. Maureen was getting more and more annoyed. But beyond that, the food that arrived could improve her mood a little. "You know? I really like salmon!" Maureen praised with an exaggerated tone of voice, even though it was clearly stated in their contract agreement regarding each party's information that needed to be known. Maureen is a fan of all things fish, especially sea fish. And there were two full lunch boxes in front of her. A sushi set with calorie count instructions per serving, and a grilled chicken cutlet plus Ben

I also started listening to Faouzia, and her voice is just wonderful. I love lots of singers, but the songs sang by the ones I listed above easily catch my attention more than others. My favorite pastime ( like I said, I can't remember if I've sent you any of this before), is reading. I also love to write( you know this too),sing and goof off. I can't really dance, but I love to move my body. Oh, and I stress eat. Junk food, usually either pizza or icecream or both, if possible, are my go-tos when I want to stress eat. I like to tell my dad that, at that moment, they're the only things that can save me from being depressed. I'm not fat actually ( you should also know this since you've seen m

They are so in love and I admire their bond just like I admired mum and dad's. Maids served our breakfast and by the aroma, I knew mum made them. My mum makes the best food. And damn! It is Aloo Parathas with Dahi and Achaar. Translation - Potato Paratha, Curd and pickle. If you're a punjabi, then you can't miss them! And if you're a typical punjabi, then you can't miss those cooked by my mum! We All loves her handmade food. We ate our breakfast whilst discussing about some buisness and after finishing up I went to the main office in my Lamborghini.

More than enough time. She shouldn't be in a hurry. Rae walked into the kitchen and delicious aromas wafted up her nose. The food was almost ready and everything seemed to be going as planned. She tried some of the beef and it melted in her mouth. The salads were colorful and the dressings were tangy and just right. The desserts were cooling in the fridge and they also looked delicious. "Have you made the raspberry mousse?" she asked as she closed the fridge. "It's Alpha Negan's favorite."

I sat on the kitchen island and one of the young maids placed a tray of food in front of me which was filled up with Beans, toast, mushrooms, tomatoes, potatoes, bacon, eggs and black pudding. “ Tea or juice?” She asked. “Juice please!” I answered, already devouring my food. “Poor child, you must have been very hungry. When you’re done, Jack will take you to Ms Ravens office.” Once I was finished, I requested Jack to take me to Ms. Raven's office. On the first floor, we made a few turns before coming to the office. "We're here! Just remain calm,don't be anxious. Everything will be OK. I'll give you a tour of the mansion when you are done with her.”

It was more of a brooding, indifferent repose…like he still suffered from the guilt that plagued him. “You know, if she was here, she’d have made a better-tasting meal,” I chuckled humorlessly as I stabbed the piece of meat with my fork. Meat was the only thing I knew how to do well enough. The rest on the plate was a mangled scramble of nonsense. Green, red, and whatever colors looked edible, mashed into the plate, hoping it tasted like it could fit in the stomach. We were immortal, so poisoning wasn’t a concern. Muzan looked up, brows raised, eyes dull. “Yeah. I noticed.”

And I was no closer to understanding what it meant than I was the first time I heard it. “I knew it!” Nyx exclaimed, fist-pumping the air, and then turned to me, her blue eyes beaming. “You’re stunning! The perfect Muse for our Master!” But what the hell was a Muse?