Good Roasts For Haters Novels & Stories

“I didn’t picture you… doing this.” A half-smile tugged at his mouth. “People see the name Grayson and they think everything gets handed to us,” he remarked, pressing down gently with the tongs. “They don’t see the ones who still know how to do the work themselves. Ribeye steak, seared hard outside, pink and juicy inside. Garlic mashed potatoes, extra butter, heavy cream. Roasted tomatoes, green beans tossed in lemon and olive oil. That’s what’s on the menu. That’s our dinner.”

Once the meat was ready, I moved on to the rösti—grated potatoes mixed with a hint of salt, pressed together into a smooth round, then fried until crisp and golden. I then fried two sunny-side-up eggs—the yolks left soft, just the way Orion likes them. He eats fast and hates overcooked eggs. Last came the black coffee. I chose dark-roast beans from the northern region of NightFang, sharp in aroma yet clean on the tongue. When everything was finally arranged on the long dining table, the room filled with warmth: tender roasted meat, crisp potatoes, and the bold scent of fresh coffee. Alice whispered in awe. “Lady Cassandra, this looks incredible. I’m certain Alpha Orion will love it.”

I smirked, watching as her eyebrows twitched, “I caught some of it on video, maybe that would jog your memory a little bit.” The table fell into a tense silence. Hattie looked livid, I'd bet ten bucks she was about to lunge at me. “You got it on camera?” She asked, clenching her perfectly manicured fingers into fists. “Only a little bit. Now if you wouldn't mind, I'm having a meal.” I turned to waiter and recited the only dish I knew in the entire fucking list, “Miso glazed black cod and anything else I ticked on the menu.”

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

I had already learned not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned away, walked down the steps, and pretended I couldn’t feel the mud squish between my toes. He followed me with his eyes the whole time. I felt it—like heat against the back of my neck. That stare of his. Heavy. Focused. I didn’t know it then, but that stare would haunt me for years. It wasn’t the last time he called me names. He had a collection of insults just for me. “Vulture Vee,” “Creepy Vee,” “Vee the Invisible.” He was creative like that. Every week, a new version of me he hated.

On the other hand, Peter was always second to Evan despite all his efforts. Peter's crazed look terrified his employees. His assistant fearfully asked him, "Mr. Hoffman, do you need help?" "What can you do for me?" Peter bellowed at the poor guy. "Evan's assistant will do anything for him, but what about you? You're a loser. Get lost, all of you!" Out of control, Peter smashed everything in the studio. It wasn't until everyone was gone that he collapsed onto the floor. He laughed at himself. Even his assistant was less helpful than Evan's. The world was indeed unfair.

And some glanced at his dick, blushing. "He has a good package " I heard a lady with her friend said. I took a deep breath "great...just great" I muttered under my breath and removing my scarf from my neck I wrapped it around his waist. "Literally pigeon-- your actions are making me leak precum already " I cringed at his bluntness. "I hate you" *** Abram~ "I hate you" she gritted out but I know she didn't mean it. But do I deserve it? Yes, of course.

I hear him reply with a friendly smile " ohh I'm sorry, was not aware" I say to him feeling awfully at the fact that inshould have confirmed before going ahead to ask for his order,which would have stopped me from embarrassing myself like I felt at the moment. " ohh that is not a problem " I hear him start to say while giving me a very friendly smile. " A cup of coffee, preferably with enough cream,I do not like it black in anyway" I hear him say while smiling as he scrunched his nose up in disgust,to show his distaste dowards dark coffee.

argued Roam. I scoffed, “Yeah, it doesn’t work that way pal. And what happens in two weeks when our truce has ended, Alpha Roam. Will you and your wolves storm my land and drag me and Rand off kicking and screaming back to your caves?” My anger flared and one did not need wolf senses to know it. The sizzle of eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, onions, cheese, and peppers filled the air but did little to cool the rising tension. This time, not even meat would distract me. I narrowed my eyes on my brute mate.

She giggled to herself at the thoughts, imagining the look on his face. Ulayah slipped on the oversized t-shirt, undies & t shirt she had washed out by hand over and over so many times the material was becoming flimsy. "I have something for you, milady! And I have news about the two beasty motherfuckers as well!" Nate called out as he unpacked the many bags that were crammed with a wide assortment of junk food along with two enormous steaks, baking potatoes, salad fixings and breadsticks. "Oh yea?....why the fuck won't those assholes just give up?" She grumbled out stepping up alongside him in the compact kitchen. The intensity of the heat she had felt previously subsided a bit allowing her