I Dream Of Dinner Novels & Stories

I knew I had to get creative and find a way to keep my dream alive. Rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, I found some ingredients and decided to make a simple dinner. Cooking always helped me clear my mind and gather my thoughts. As I cooked, my mind drifted back to Damian. The memory of his steel-blue eyes and the warmth of his smile lingered, adding to the mix of emotions swirling within me. A part of me wished I could share my worries with him, but I knew it was a far-fetched dream. When dinner was ready, I sat down to eat alone, my thoughts still preoccupied with the uncertainty ahead. As the evening wore on, I found myself contemplating the possibility of reaching out to Damian. Perh

I stood in the middle of the room for a long moment after he disappeared, staring out at the city below. I’d signed the contract because I was practical. Because I needed the money, because this was business. That version of me still existed, but now something else existed too, a curiosity. My phone buzzed in my hand. 'Dinner’s at seven if you’re hungry. I cook on Sundays. — D.J' I stared at the message longer than necessary. Drake Javier cooking dinner was somehow more shocking than the five million dollars. I typed back before I could overthink it. I’ll be there.

I shut my eyes, I just hated the fact that I was in the middle of it all "God please help me." A lady walked into the room wearing a white dress with a blue apron over her neck just like I had seen in my dream. She cleared her throat to get our attention. We all looked up at her. "What is it?" Mr.Chancy asked looking quite uncomfortable with her presence. "Dinner is ready sir" she informed. "We would be there soon" he answered. The lady bowed humble and left the room. "I... I... would go downstairs now and have dinner Mr.Chancy, I'm actually very hungry" I said.

I once again heaved. Searching for the a new start isn’t that difficult as I thought. Imelda knocked on my door cutting my marveling. “Time for dinner.” “Ah yes.” I went down to eat. I wasn’t expecting much of a show at the diner since it’s just the two of us, but I still find it so boring. I wish I can finally find a friend tomorrow to fully distract me. “Did you saw your uniform and school stuff?” I put my spoon down with that. “No, was it there?”

Father said to Mum, “I don’t mind returning to the battlefield where I belong.” “Stop being selfish,” Mum warned, a gloomy frown on her face. We rounded up dinner afterward. I had forced myself to finish the portion of food I took. Added to the one I had eaten at the roof not too long ago, my stomach became a bag of flour. With my belly filled, I soon began to feel dizzy. I shoved my feet all the way from the dining room to my bedroom. Not too long after I had gotten to my room, I slept off and soon fell into a disturbing dream where Prince Darian and I were passionately making out.

Each destination carried a meaning, a promise, an experience waiting to unfold. “Let’s go to the Eating Point first,” I decided, my voice firmer than I felt. I needed a moment—something normal, something that feels not rushed. Damien chuckled, his grip tightening ever so slightly around my fingers. “Alright, love. Dinner first.” The Eating Point was unlike anything I had imagined. A grand, candlelit banquet stretched before us, with dishes from every corner of the world. It was as if the park itself had plucked desires from our minds and served them on silver platters.

Dream watched cars drive past the restaurant, couples and friends walked hand-in-hand smiling and laughing. Dream smiled envying and wishing she had such relationship. "Your orders are here," The waiter announced dropping the plates of Fried rice in front of them. "Thank you," She smiled and the waiter nodded before walking away. They both dug into their food and when they were halfway through, Romeo decided to start a conversation, "So—" "Yes please tell me everything about you without lying please," He sighed and begun, "I'm your best friend in social media," Dream's eyes widened and she choked hearing his confession. He handed her a cup of water and she downed it's content.

I responded. "What do you have in mind?" She asked me. "Well, I plan to have a romantic dinner date with Devon, somewhere in the courtyard. A dinner arranged by me. The food will be cooked by me, the table will be set by me. Everything will be done by me and it will be just the two of us," I replied, already having the picture of it all in my head. I had dreamy eyes just thinking about it. Candice laughed so hard that I had to pull away from my trance in my dream world. "What's so funny?" I asked her with a puzzled look on my face.

IRIS I wake up with the faint memory of last night’s dinner lingering. Darian’s hand brushing mine, the way his smile had softened in the candlelight. I dress slowly, pulling on a simple T‑shirt and jeans. Ordinary clothes after an evening that had felt anything but ordinary. I stand before my mirror, twirling slightly, imagines dancing behind my eyes: maybe tonight he’d call again, maybe we’d walk under moonlight, maybe just sit and talk without shadows creeping in.

She was still angry with him. Hardeep called the driver and told him to pick Navi the next day. He called his friend Ravi and asked him to come to his place for dinner. Anamika went to the kitchen to quickly fix dinner, though Navi told her that they will manage with the leftover food. But Anamika being a methodical girl, said nothing and within half an hour she prepared yellow dal and onion rice along with mango shake. Then she came back and started talking, she said,"Navi what's eating you up? Share before it kills you". Before Navi could reply, her phone buzzed, it was from an unknown number.