Novel & Cerita Gourmet Of Another World

There’s a reserve in her eyes, as if she’s weighing every word, every gesture. I gesture to the table, impeccably set for the occasion. “Make yourselves comfortable. I trust your journey was smooth?” Desmund offers a faint smile as he takes his seat. “Smooth enough. But I must admit, I’ve been looking forward to this conversation.” The first courses are served—a parade of culinary artistry. Delicate tuna tartare with a citrus foam, velvety lobster bisque with a hint of cognac, and heirloom tomato salad dressed in aged balsamic. As we eat, the conversation is light: global politics, trade, and subtle jabs that test the waters of power.

"Those are for you and you alone. If you need anything else, please ask Cherie. She's the one who has been building the desert menu since our last baker left." Instead of pressing him further, I nodded. I was comfortable in my abilities—over 500 years of experience would do that for you—but I was still scared shitless on my first day anywhere. I randomly picked a few and looked at them. Oh my god, they were all high-end goods imported from Orene. These cheeses, butter, and eggs were all specially flown over from Forda and Seland. Also, the fruits… entirely imported from Moreg. I groaned at the thought of what I could prepare.

He rewarded me by curling his fingers again, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. My orgasm built fast and brutal. I was right on the edge, trembling, my nails digging into the table… He withdrew his hand completely. I almost sobbed. Damning him to hell. Dante brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, one by one, maintaining eye contact the entire time. His eyes darkened as he tasted me. "Delicious," he said. "Even better than yesterday." I was going to combust. Spontaneous human combustion was real and it was happening to me right now.

While on the other side of the table, on my left and Prince Conrad’s right, was Kuya Zouli. A boy with their customized grey apron went to us and offered us a simple paper menu. It was just the lists of the foods with the prices. And again, just like what the costumers acted, he was giving us confused look, especially us, the ladies from the group. “Excuse me, do we have something on our faces?” Amethyst couldn’t take it any longer. “Oh! Nothing!” the boy answered with his questionable movements. “I think I need to go to the restroom.” Amethyst excused.

I added " is that all ? " she asked " yes " I muttered and she left. Few minutes later, she was back with a tray. On the tray was three coffees and a plate of bagels. " here is your order " she said " thanks " I said with a warm smile. " enjoy " she said and then took the tray and she left for the counter. I sipped my cup of coffee (caramel mocha) and took a bagel before eating out of it. The taste awakened my senses and I closed my eyes as I chewed in pure ecstasy. I may have even moaned.

I fell to the ground, and my phone flew out of reach. She pounced, the blade aimed directly at me. The rain poured over us, blurring my vision. “Die!” she screamed, raising the knife. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst, until I heard a muffled grunt. When I opened my eyes, someone was between us—Gabriel. The knife had pierced his chest. Blood gushed from the wound, mixing with rainwater, dripping onto my face, warm and metallic.

"What? That's un-American." "I'll add it to my bucket list." The chef cleared our plates and brought out the second course, a salad with some kind of fancy cheese and nuts. The presentation was beautiful, vibrant greens topped with candied walnuts and what looked like goat cheese, all drizzled with a balsamic reduction that formed artistic swirls on the plate. "This is ridiculous," I said, picking up my fork. "Do you eat like this every night?" Alexander sipped his wine. "Not every night. Sometimes I just grab a protein shake after the gym."

Then she understood where it was. It's the Gourmet Court that couldn’t be easily booked even you had so much money. It had to be reserved in advance for a long time. Every piece of delicious food inside was made by chefs above five-star. And each one of the best delicacies was made by the five-star level chef. Therefore, all delicious food was classic. It was extremely delicious and expensive, of course. Monique said sweetly, "Henry arranged it. Let’s enjoy as we want." As soon as Henry was mentioned, there was a hint of sweetness in her heart.

Sebastine has two brothers of his kind,they were talking and asking him why he would leave his heavenly throne just for a mere human woman,but he only told them that he has a special and unfamiliar bond any time he is with Melissa, the two brothers sine and briv laughed at him ,sine said he was falling in love with a human woman,while briv said he was been charmed,he told briv that he can never be charmed by a human ,cause he was a god,they settled the talks and argument. Sebastine decided to let his brothers stay with him,and his body guard which was the dove,he decided to change the dove into a human so Melissa won't freak out when she sees him talking alone only to discover he was talkin

When I regained consciousness, I was standing in an entirely new world. A familiar male voice echoed beside me. “Thank you, Olivia. It’s thanks to you that we can continue our experiment. We admire your kindness, your forgiveness, and your calmness. We formally invite you to become an interdimensional traveler. As your reward, you will be able to travel across different worlds and live different lives. None of your emotions will ever be punished by the System.” The next second, a communication screen appeared in front of me, and I was successfully connected.