He Wants To Order Novels & Stories

“Can I take your order?” I stared up at him. I wasn’t sure why I did it, but it couldn’t have been because he had an easy smile. He was dressed in a smart T-shirt that properly encircled his arms, showing off bulging muscles and boasting an impressive gym time, and he had on a baseball cap. “Hey, buddy,” he said to snap me out of my fugue. “You making an order? This is rush hour for us.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” I stumbled over my words. “I’ll get a… whatever you’re having.”

Aurora finally asked, "Do you know about the Prophecy of The Order?", he asked as the room grew quite, I could feel my brothers still trying to mind link me but I choose to ignore them, if they cant change there ways towards her we will have problems. Realizing no one was answering he decided to elaborate for us,

I practically radiated availability. Austin was still staring down the street, watching the cab disappear. He sighed, then turned to me, his face already back to the ice wall. “I’m busy, Reinna,” he said flatly. “I have a huge history paper due on Monday.” “Oh. Right. But you’ll need to eat, though, right?” I persisted. “I’ll order something,” he said, pulling out his phone. He walked past me, heading inside. “Don’t wait up.” My heart sank. Not exactly the romantic start I had envisioned, but I told myself he was just nervous. He needed time to adjust to the freedom.

Is she really comfortable, or just pretending even though she’s scared? He looked up at her and he wanted to make love to her right away. Her breasts greeted him in her white uniform. What does he want to order? He doesn’t know either. He came there to eat, but now he doesn’t even know what he wants to eat. Maybe it’s Heart. “Just a cup of coffee, without creamer.” “Okay, sir. This time, I won’t spill it on you, I promise.” She said and then turned away, but he chuckled.

he poured me a glass of juice and dimmed the lights. "I'm going to run downstairs and see what kind of snacks we have, or do you just want to order in?" he asked me, standing in the doorway. "Can we order Chinese?" I asked "I'll order the works, now relax, and I'll be back in a little bit." he said as he closed the door. "Call me if you need me," Alexander yelled as he walked out. this man knows how to calm me down. he truly is amazing. I never had to wonder if he was doing this for me or to get lucky.

I smacked my stomach, it had to embarrass me that way? I got up and followed him. He was checking the fridge. “You gonna cook??” I asked, hugging my arms around me. He looked over his shoulder. “I thought you were mad at me a minute ago.” I rolled my eyes. “No ingredients in here,” he said, closing the fridge. “I’ll order something. What do you want?” “Anything.” “Pizza okay?” I nodded. He started typing on his phone, probably placing the order. “Can I atleast have my phone back?”

He asked. Gabe sighed again. "I'm in a bit of a situation, Dean. You see I wanted to do something nice while Alex slept and rest, but I couldn't. A long story cut short is that I was going to make food but I suck. I don't know if you have any app that you use in ordering food but I need you to order some food and I need it fast. I'm hoping you could help me get it here as well.” He said in a rushed tone, all in one breath.

“Whatever, I gotta go, you still got a lot of explaining to do!” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, but don’t forget to make the stand in call” She quickly states. “Okay…bye Munchkin” “Bye Marshmallow” The line goes dead and I rush towards the man. I pull out my note and pen before I speak “Can I take your order?” “Yeah” He responds “I’m actually waiting for someone…I mean, my girl, and I don’t know what she would want to order yet….so I’ll just wait for her” He states.

Looking appalled I look at my plate and notice it's not what I ask for looking up I see everyone has exactly what they ordered how did my order get messed up. This isn't what I ordered I say to Zeke as he takes a sip of his wine. Placing the glass back down he takes another bite of his food. Why didn't he bring me what I asked for I glare at Zeke? Because I ordered this for you and I would like you to try it.

“I’m sorry, Sir. We just ran out of size 9 stocks. Would you like to see our size 10?” I saw in the corner of my eye that the guy looked at me, so I looked back at him, too. What are you staring at? This is mine. I got my hands on this first. “No. I need a size 9,” he said in a serious voice. “Sir, if you like, we can place an order for you. You can come back next week-“ “I need it today,” he cut her off. “We’re sorry, Sir,” they all looked scared because of him.