Novel & Cerita Food War Game

Always served exactly how she preferred it—wine in the glass she’d mentioned once was her favorite, salad with the dressing on the side because she liked to control how much she used, bread still warm from the oven. He paid attention. To everything. And instead of feeling surveilled, she felt seen. They’d eat together, talking about their days, their lives, things that had nothing to do with dominance or submission. He’d tell her about the deal that was frustrating him, the board member who was being difficult, the memory of his childhood that a song on the radio had triggered. She’d tell him about Natasha’s latest dating disaster, the book she was reading, the dream she’d had about her moth

These were what flashed in his head like he was being programmed and without a second thought, he grabbed a flower vase and smashed it on her head. “Arrgh!” Alessia screamed in pain as the base destroyed completely, its flowers falling down in bits. Immediately, the doorbell rang and he spared her a last glance, watching her groan in pain before leaving the room. It was like he was being brainwashed because desperation pushed out some actions he couldn't control. He descended the stairs with long strides and getting to the main door in the sitting room, he opened the door to see a delivery girl. Earlier, he had ordered food for both him and his fiancée.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to commence the games.” The room shifts as maids begin bringing in an array of dishes. The long table in front of us is laden with delicacies, rich meats, fragrant breads, colorful fruits. The aroma is tantalizing, but I can’t bring myself to eat. My stomach churns with anxiety. Soon, the maids bring out small golden bowls, each filled with creamy pudding. It’s a tradition, they explain, for the prince to personally feed each contestant. A symbolic gesture, one meant to represent unity and trust.

I gave him a middle finger once again to which he laughed again, loving the fact that I clearly embarrassed myself infront of our Professor. "Rose, your shir---" I turned, tuning him out completely as I marching towards the old women behind the glass window, who supplied us with food and to my surprise I saw the lady teacher giving orders to her. "Three plates of Mac and cheese with extra sauce and fried chicken---pieces only, leg. Salad with extra lemon juice. Three cokes, and oh! four plates of fries." The old women nodded with a smile. "That'll be 96$." Jesus, the food is expensive.

Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous. Pete Foxhorn owned Foxhorn Promotions, and he'd not only enticed away a couple of their major clients in recent months, but he'd also initiated a public relations campaign against their company. It was a filthy pool, but that didn't surprise Anika. Foxhorn was merciless, and he would go to any length to win. "Well, yes," Anika said quietly. "His ad executives are trying their best to talk to Casper." "Is there any reason why you aren't?"

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

, he stammered. “What is it? You didn’t want me here by morning?” “Oh no no! Come on baby, I’m just– a bit surprised, cause no one’s ever stayed to cook for me after what happened last night, it’s just– different!” He explained and held on to her slim waist. Shssssh! Shsssh! The eggs on the fire started to burn. “Shit!” Lara dashed out of his arms and attended to the eggs. “Breakfast’s ready!” She switched off the gas.

I even closed my eyes from pleasure. I don’t know why, but the smell of a black wolf gave me peace. I couldn’t deny myself this little piece of happiness. Opening the refrigerator, she meticulously scanned the contents. Previously, Rinat and I always ate food from a restaurant, and had breakfast on the way to work not far from the office, but... apparently Ian was used to something different. Well, for some reason I didn’t want to disappoint the man. In the end, even if I am not a proper she-wolf, I am quite a full-fledged woman. Fairly judging that someone like Ian needs to eat a high-calorie and satisfying diet, she decided that meat should be an indispensable component. There is only one

gesturing to the space, he began explaining, "When Kara emerged I didn't only train her to hone her tracking abilities. I trained her in combat, too. I trained her to handle her own even if it meant fighting a horde of wolves to get herself to safety. One of the training exercises she has mastered is finding her way out of an attack, or fighting through it if she has to. I adapted that training exercise into your game this afternoon." "You can't be serious, Dad," came my incredulous grumble. My father's grin broadened, "I am. There will be two phases of today's game. The first phase will be each alpha fighting against thirty men and women. To the fighters, if you're down for five seconds, yo

“If you’re allergic, just say so. Lloyd didn’t know. Did you have to put him on the spot?” “I put him on the spot? I just said that I wasn’t eating it, and that was considered putting him on the spot?” I mocked them both. “If he doesn’t know that I’m allergic to peanuts, that’s fine. But what about you? Are you telling me that you don’t? “Are you seriously telling me you can’t tell that he’s provoking me?” The series of questions rendered Naomi speechless. I took off my matching ring and threw it at Lloyd.