Good Roasts And Comebacks Novels & Stories

Alan wrapped me in his cashmere coat, smelling faintly of wood and sunlight. In the distance, the red-orange sun slowly sank into a sea of clouds, lining his face in gold. Suddenly, branches snapped nearby. Leon's filthy face appeared from the bushes, his beard tangled with leaves, madness blazing in his eyes. "You damn traitor!" He lunged at us with a rusty knife, the blade flashing at sunset. "Because of you, I can't go home! I've been hiding in the mountains like a rat!" The stench of rot hit my nose.

He almost smiled. "I have been perfecting it," he said. "Since you told me the pasta was a learning experience, I decided to have a signature dish." "The lamb is your signature dish," I said. "Yes," he said with dignity. I ate another bite. It was genuinely good. Better than the first time. Better than last time. Whatever he had been doing with it, he had been doing it correctly. "What changed?" I said. "Rosemary," he said. "I was underusing the rosemary."

I answered, rubbing both palms and grinning evilly. "What is it now?" She stared intensely at me and opened her mouth to talk. "Plus you're happier than I expected you to be." Why wouldn't I be happy when I found the key to my happiness? "A rebound." I beamed, wriggling my eye brows. "Rebound?" She bit out of her apple and blinked rapidly at me. "You mean like a bounce back?" "A rebound you fool." I face palmed then placed both my palms on her shoulders and shook her.

Robles immediately smiled and waved to the employees here as if he were an actor. "How do you feel?" I simply whispered to him. "Of course, it happened only once!" Robles answered. Tsk. "...and last but definitely not the least, Welcome to the Paradise Family Miss Claire Sydney Agustin!" I stared at the woman I hadn’t seen in six years. Her impact on me is still very strong, my heartbeat—nothing has changed, she still is, and she is the only one who can make it beat with such force. I felt my chest tightness when I saw her expressionless face. I also can't read the emotion in her eyes.

After hanging a family portrait on the wall, I nodded with satisfaction. There was no longer any sign of Clara anywhere. On the day of the banquet, I spotted Henry in the lounge. In just a month, the once clean-cut college student had become a disheveled mess. His eyes were dull and lifeless. He looked noticeably thinner. His cheekbones protruded sharply, and his hair was messy and unkempt. But when he saw me, a flicker of hope sparked in his eyes.

Rosalie stepped forward to examine the bracelet. She took it from Levi's hand and played around with it. "It's indeed more exquisite than the knockoff I bought, but I would never wear it out and give people the chance to laugh at me. The knockoffs abroad are different. It feels good. Or are you the legendary Mrs. Grey?" Once she said that, the people around us burst into laughter. After all, it was too absurd for them. Axel was a globally acclaimed financial prodigy, ruthless and decisive in the business world.

ELOISE "Carter," The fashion savvy one addressed me. "You seemed awfully close with that customer. I did not think you have it in you." "I don't have time. The dude is a fucking creep." "I don't know." She continued, stir-frying some eggs. "He came in four hours ago. All flustered. The kind of shit that happens when you get addicted to the bite of the forbidden apple."

It takes roughly thirty minutes for two steamy plates of three strips of bacon plus two pancakes with a touch of two sunnyside each. Just as she's about to call Bulky—yes, she's calling him that now till she finds out his name—, her phone rings. "Char-poo!" "Hey, Deedah. How are you?" Charlie sighs. "How am I? Bitch, you just got dumped, how are you?!" Charlie laughs slowly. 'If only you knew.' "I'm alive," she laughs, "Something odd happened last night," "What is it? Mario came crawling on his ass begging for forgiveness? 'cos if he did I'll go ov-"

They ended up at a quiet restaurant, one she apparently liked, though she had no memory of ever coming here. As they ate, Robbin talked about his work, about things they used to do together casual things, nothing too deep. She appreciated that. “You don’t treat me like I’m fragile,” she said suddenly. Robbin paused, setting down his fork. “You’re not.” “I feel like I am.” “You’re figuring things out, that’s different.” She studied him, searching for something reassurance, maybe. “Do you ever think… maybe I won’t remember everything?” Robbin leaned back. “If that happens, then you create new memories.”

And in the midst of our laughter, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, we were creating something special here, something that was worth fighting for. The Italian restaurant Adam had picked out for our date was a hidden gem nestled in the heart of Brookville, which was the town situated next to Fairview. As we walked through the entrance, hand in hand, I was immediately captivated by the warm and inviting atmosphere that enveloped us. It had been years since I had been here, and the place had gotten a major renovation since I had been here last. Once more, I was starting to see that I wasn't the only thing that had changed over the years. And I was starting to like this new look