Food War Game Novels & Stories

Naya had arranged her lunch into a battlefield. Apple slices were soldiers. The honey pot was a fortress. She was making small explosion sounds under her breath, too absorbed in her war to notice I hadn't eaten a bite. "The carrots are dying bravely," I said. "The carrots are traitors. They're fighting for the wrong side." "Which side is that?" She gave me a look that suggested I had asked something deeply stupid. "The side that loses."

Do I really have to take care of you? "Seeing you angry gives me quite the appetite, Janine!" Eugene complained that my cooking tasted like dog shit, yet he still shoveled several pieces of beef into his mouth. "Janine, I finally found you." When I heard Shane's voice, my body stiffened. Why was he here? Wasn't he supposed to be gone?

Even silent wars need a few kills to 'silence' spies. Byul nodded at himself. This are the key points however, the implications of this kind of games is that those who are only cannon fodders and side characters always unalive first. And he must be one of those. Based on his f***ing bad luck. This world is the typical ancient times however, he still haven't grasped the main problem. If it was based on war against nations, he might see the others in a different nations and they'd have to fight ah... He sincerely hopes that Yenn and Jiwoon would be on his side at least. He can't handle nine ah. Though they would only be able to declare peace against each other, he still have to see the other s

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

“ Didn't you already buy groceries?” “ I did but I have something like a game in mind and I would need groceries for that,” “ I thought you'd be a little bit more conservative with food,” he muttered. “ I never said we were going to waste it, ” “ So how exactly does this ‘game’ work?” he emphasized the word ‘game’. “ We buy random veggies and other food ingredients, then we come home and cook anything random. It's something like a cooking spree if there's anything like that,” I contemplated for a second.

I wished we could stay in this moment forever, but Shaun pulled away too soon and held his cup of wine to the sky. We had both expected applause and cheering, but it was deadly quiet. “Now we feast.” Dudley clapped his hands together loudly and waiters and waitresses shuffled in with brilliant plates of food. They were all Rogues of many different packs who had been captured through battles. They moved around the room feverishly, placing hot plates of food in front of every guest. I took my spot next to Shaun quietly. I was still in shock and so was he. As we started to eat, my father rushed up to the table.

But the relief didn’t last long. The doll appeared out of nowhere, clapping its filthy hands. “Welcome to your next challenge!” The floor shifted. Metal counters rose from the ground. It had stoves, ovens, cutting boards. A pantry wall stocked with ingredients. Knives gleamed under harsh white light. I blinked. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.' A screen lit up: LOVERS GAME THREE: RECIPE FOR DISASTER The comments exploded. “Serious cooking? Is this game broken?”

I hopped over to the couch and plopped down. Once I was settled Matto went into the kitchen and came back out with a tray full of food. He set the tray up in front of me and I suddenly felt very hungry. He had made eggs, bacon, biscuits, and gravy with some orange juice and another cup of coffee. I started eating and finished every bite. Matto sat in the recliner next to me and laughed as I laid my head back on the couch. "That was so good. You are a great cook." He stood up and grabbed our dishes.

Everyone who lost to the rock, paper, scissors game has to eat or consume large portions of something they’re dangerously allergic to, they could die. Ahrio and Blaize uncovered theirs and immediately felt the need to vomit in disgust when they saw it. On Ahrio’s was a bowl of alive, crawling worms while on Blaize’s was a covered bowl of small fishes swimming around in the container. Everyone who won the rock, paper, scissors game has to eat something safe but disgusting. “They expect us to eat this?” Ahrio asked, confused as to why his was a disgusting kind of food when he won the rock, paper, scissors game while the others were offered normal food.

I grabbed the spare toothbrush she always had in her cabinet. “Wait…” She stared at me through the mirror. “He cooked for you?” I nodded slowly, afraid that I'd burst into tears again. “It was the best rice and stew I ever tasted.” Then I added on a second thought. “Besides grandma’s own that is.” “The James Mckenna I know cooked for you,” she looked at me in surprise. “Girl, I think you need to give me your game card.” I pressed down on the tooth paste a little too hard. “Does it matter? He’s manipulative and a liar.”