I Dream Of Dinner Novels & Stories

Damian’s staff had already put dinner on the table; he had asked for something simple, something that wouldn’t taste like boardrooms. We ate in companionable silence at first, fingered the bread and matched the rhythm of the meal with quiet updates about the day. Conversation drifted to lighter things—an offhand comment about an absurd headline circulating in the morning papers, a memory of an island he’d once almost bought, the way a stupid movie had made him laugh. “Do you ever think about how different this would look if anyone knew?” I asked, spooning up the last of the lemon risotto. “All the time,” he said, resting his napkin in his lap. “But I prefer the private version. It suits us b

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

Dinner? This man is……. I don’t even know the words to use! Am literally soaking wet for this hot hunk of a man and he’s talking about dinner? The word “dinner”sounds almost absurd given the way I feel right now for him, this raging low heat in my belly, the aching need I feel just from the way he’s looking at me. And yet… there’s something about this control he possesses, the restraint, the subtle dominance he’s showing that makes it infinitely hotter.

Dea didn't smile at her back and replied in a normal tone, "I like myself this way." Chun-ja inhaled sharply and managed to keep her forceful smile. "Oh, right." Dong-hyun glanced at his daughter and his wife, understanding where the situation was going. He spoke, "Let's have dinner, shall we?" he looked at his daughter. "Little Dea, you've come home after two months. You can't go back without dinner, okay?" Dea nodded her head. "Okay."

Emily’s POV I keep telling myself that tonight is supposed to be joyful. I keep arranging plates and adjusting garnishes as if beauty alone can scrub dread out of the air. My parents sit at the corner table near the open kitchen, laughing about something my father read online, and I smile at them as if my chest is not slowly turning to stone with every minute that passes without a message from Damian. The restaurant glows with warm candlelight, soft Roman lute music plays through the speakers because Kayden thought it was cute for the ancient Roman themed dinner menu, and my staff moves like a practiced dance troupe behind the counter. Everything is lovely. Everything is perfect. Everything

When they had blessed the union, he made sure that he came to her with a hand-carved box with his mother’s wedding ring. Daniel wanted Emma for himself, so he walked into Edwin’s dreams one night, but he was surprised to find Emma there watching Edwin with a soft dreamy smile. Edwin had been dreaming about Emma and their life together. Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease.

When the birthday party reached its peak, when the host invited Jeremy onstage to make a toast, that was when my gift would arrive. I sent a single message to Giselle's contact in Bergdorf. "You may begin." At the banquet hall, Jeremy raised his glass and gazed at Amber with deep affection. "Amber, since we were young, you've been like a ray of sunshine, warming everyone around you—" Before he could finish, a performer seated in the center of the hall suddenly slammed the table and began to speak. The lively chatter fell into instant silence, while his voice rang clear and commanding.

Sleep doesn’t come easy, but when it does, I dream of winning the competition and tomorrow’s dinner. ⇜⇜⇜⇜⇜⇜⇜⇜⇜⇜⇜⇝⇝⇝⇝⇝⇝⇝⇝⇝⇝⇝

Confused and don’t know what to think, she looks outside the window and makes herself lost in her thoughts. I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you. -Roy Orbison One day, I woke up and saw my apartment with expensive things. Things that I never imagined that I can get. I’m still young but I have lots of money and lots of dreams too. Other than that, I have lots of problems; my family thinks that I experiencing a good life now because I’m in the city and earning enough money. But they didn’t know I’m saving money for them. I spend less so that I can save more, sometimes I’m not eatin

What was I thinking? My stomach growls suddenly, loud enough to make me startle. It feels hollow, a deep ache curling inside. I can’t even remember the last bite of food I had. Dinner—yes. I never ate it. I prepared it. Dreamed it. Fantasized that he might share it with me. Instead, I had scrubbed the floor under moonlight like one of the maids. Why the hell did I do that? Shit! I hate this.