Food Wars Characters Female Novels & Stories

she stated, as she rushes inside to see the staff arranging the food on the table, they greeted after they were done and excuse themselves. I watched her, take a plate and serving each food she thought was nice. She would pick meat according to how big they were and so she pick the other food according to how attractive they look or the one she loved. And surprisingly, after serving her food, she cut the meat with her to medium size, and proceed to drops it in front of me, before taking another plate to serve. "What?" She asked, when she done with serving but I haven't touched mine. "I'm just shock," I replied.

"Today's news: Alpha Doris Albert announces her imminent return to the public eye..." I noticed that my mother-in-law, the former Luna Mara, had her gaze fixed on the masked woman on the screen. This momentarily silenced the words of humiliation she had intended for me. No one would have imagined that the terrifying Warrior Goddess on the television was now standing in a dirty kitchen, preparing a third-anniversary dinner for her husband and his mistress. I sarcastically chuckled, and Mara's voice grew angrier once again. "Ohh, what are you laughing at? You're dreaming for the moon here! Do you think that just because you share the same name as the pack goddess, you're both the same person?"

“He doesn’t eat what the pack eats. You’ll be preparing meals for the warriors first—assuming you’re not useless in a kitchen.” I forced a smile, sweet but hollow. Inside, my thoughts churned. The warriors eat first, do they? Perfect. My plan began to take shape, dark and sharp. If I could weaken his warriors, taking him out would be much easier. The woman’s gaze narrowed. “What’s funny?” I schooled my face, letting the grin fade into something more polite. “Oh, nothing,” I said, injecting an airy lilt into my voice. “I just... love cooking. Can’t wait to start!”

That was a lifetime ago. Now, the kitchen is packed with wolves. Some half-shifted, some human, all buzzing with the kind of energy that makes my head pound. I don’t want to be here. But the second I tried to sneak off to training without eating, I got caught by the Beta’s wife like a chick by a hawk. “Sit, girl,” she snaps, her voice all flint and no fluff. I obey. No point fighting a war I won’t win. A plate clatters in front of me, heaped high with eggs, root veggies, meat, and something green I don’t recognize but eat anyway. My stomach growls despite the knot of dread tightening under my ribs.

I take out my cellphone and scroll through my favorite social media app as I eat. If everyone here didn’t hate me so much, I would have met the chefs and gave them compliments on their cooking skills. They make very delicious meals for us servants. “You think because you are the personal servant to the Alpha, you’re above everyone here, don’t you?” A female voice asks from in front of me and I look up from my plate to see who it is. The name tag on her uniform reads Andrea and her face looks very familiar. I’m sure she lives on the same floor as Maddy and I, together with the two other girls flanking her and giving me death stares. Their name tags read Kelly and Cindy.

‘She,’ my wolf says, with the slow emphasis of someone making a point they intend to land properly, ‘is nothing like the others. He is not wrong. Lady Reeve had eaten four asparagus spears on her first evening and looked at the rest of the table like it had personally offended her. The Harmon girl had asked Mrs. Pelham if there was a nutritional breakdown available. Mira— I close that one down. On the screen, Audrey tips her head back slightly and says something to Mrs. Pelham, who has appeared at the kitchen doorway. Mrs. Pelham — who has never smiled at any of the other women — puts a hand briefly on the doorframe and beams at her.

She’s my mate’s mother and the mother of Cody, who I tried to attack the other night. “Stop being scared. She wouldn’t have stayed if she didn’t want to get to know us.” Thora huffed. Dame wolf is too logical for our own good. I sigh and push the door open. I see an array of food already in containers on the table. It’s enough food to feed our warriors; who was she cooking for? “Oh, my Sydney, dear. I’m so glad you are here.” Christine’s smile is blinding and dripping with sweetness and charm.

Amber threw her head backwards, rolling her eyes as she dragged her feet to the small portion of the living room that they had managed to shape into a dining room. Maya held the tray, heading to the dining room, but halted to scan Amber's dressing, and she walked to the dining room and dropped the tray. Turning back to look at Amber with one of her brows raised. "Did I tell you to mourn someone? What's it with the blacks?" "This is because it's sad going to a wolf school when I can't access my wolf side." May huffed and dished out Amber's meal and packed her lunch. Amber ate the meal almost immediately.

ALICIA The next morning the war starts in earnest. Our side is very energized as we move out of the camp, marching towards the battlefield. There are four commanders today, the Gamma, the Beta, Alpha Lazarus and Alpha Drake. I'm also among the leaders of a women only battalion with about one hundred warriors. The warriors, more enthusiastic than before, are chanting victory songs for their respective leaders, praising and extolling them. My warriors praise me as the first ever woman wartime Luna who has left the comfort of her pack house and joined the battleground to fight for honor and friendship.

At the next table we have myself, my Beta Alice, my Gamma Kim, Matt, Cam, Crystal, Jackie and Cam’s little sister Kira. Then when the omegas start to come in and serve dinner. All of a sudden, one of the King's warriors, quickly stands up from his seat, knocking it backwards, and says, “MATE!!” One of our omegas, who just came out of the kitchen, stops dead in her tracks, dropping the pitcher of ice water she was carrying, looks at him and starts to cry.