Food War Game Novels & Stories

"The food we manage to grow is dried and packaged. I haven't had a fresh vegetable in years. Mostly we eat the same military rations fed to you and your men." "Shadow Warriors need large amounts of food," he responds between bites. "We burn calories at a high rate. It helps when the food is healthy." I finish my first fajita and King makes another and puts it on my plate. I'm surprised he has no problem serving me. I think of Shadow Warriors as the alpha race. Part man, part Neanderthal. Definitely not someone I thought would wait on me. "Thank you." I lift the next fajita to my mouth and we both concentrate on eating.

"Mashed potatoes, lasagna and..." "Stuffed chicken!!" "Natty's idea" Maggie objected. We all laughed. After settling down at the dining table, I said a quick prayer and soon everyone began digging in. "Taste's good" I complimented. "If I ate this every day, I'd grow fat." Jace mumbled between mouthfuls. "Thank God you don't." I said sticking out my tongue to him. "Manners Natalie." Greg scolded. "As if you have any...." I muttered. Thank God he didn't hear me. I stared at both my brothers..

It wasn’t a game. This was war.

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

"The food we manage to grow is dried and packaged. I haven't had a fresh vegetable in years. Mostly we eat the same military rations fed to you and your men." "Shadow Warriors need large amounts of food," he responds between bites. "We burn calories at a high rate. It helps when the food is healthy." I finish my first fajita and King makes another and puts it on my plate. I'm surprised he has no problem serving me. I think of Shadow Warriors as the alpha race. Part man, part Neanderthal. Definitely not someone I thought would wait on me. "Thank you." I lift the next fajita to my mouth and we both concentrate on eating.

She asked. I frowned.”What game?” “An eating competition.First to finish eating wins and he or she gets to demand for anything.The loser must comply.” “I’m not playing with my food.”I informed her. “It’s not as bad as you think.” “I could choke.”I pointed out. “You’re just scared of losing to me.”She taunted. And that spiked my competitive spirit. I do not lose to anyone. “Bring it on.”I urged and we began to eat like hungry lions.

because he was in fact a terrible man. "Um...I can cook well." Alpha Khan chuckled. "Yeah we'll test that theory soon enough, sweetheart." War didn't care what she cooked, he would eat it all. Finish off his plate and request more from her. Alpha Khan might care but he would try and soften the blow if she in fact couldn't cook all that well. Silence filled the car once again, and Trent flipped on the radio, filling the car with classic rock and a mix of old school rap. War tried not to stare at Pomelia, but it was hard not too. It was going to be a long, long ride... "And we're finally fuckin here."

Especially Husband, who didn't just frown, I think he was also shocked by what I said. "Zombie Outbreak?" asked President Gunford. "What nonsense are you talking about, Mrs. Leofwin?" Nonsense? I can hit that frog! "I mean... Yuno's first and main game is about Zombies, right? Z-Land Warrior. To celebrate the GTE-Axis anniversary, launch an activity! A game for everyone to participate in! Have you heard of Manila Outbreak?" Everyone's expression was blank so I was forced to explain the unique madness I had thought of.

Plus, he was experienced in these matters, so I figured his advice might be helpful. I explained the situation to him, and he listened with a frown. He slapped his leg and sighed, "This sounds like a tough one." I sighed as well. "I feel so helpless." Liam suddenly leaned in closer and spoke in a tone that only I could hear, "We're both men, I get your struggles. But you know, you can't just go without food forever despite the stove being broken now, can you?" I nodded despite not catching his meaning. He added, "Actually, there's another way to deal with this."

Eat. ​She sat, her muscles rigid as she picked up the heavy iron knife. Across the table, Jake watched her with a terrifying, calculated stillness. He observed the exact cadence of her breathing, the way her fingers gripped the utensils, the defensive posture of her shoulders. There was no physical violence between them, yet the air was thick with a dark, intoxicating power struggle. Her inner wolf was silent but agonizingly aware of him, responding to the fated mate bond that demand she submit, while her tactical training screamed at her to find a structural flaw in his armor.