Romans & histoires I Saw A Werewolf With A Chinese Menu

Women’s voices greeted them when the pair rattled the sliding door, the sizzling from the pan and the subtle conversation and what took the two by surprise were the half werewolf-human appearance of the people who greeted them – the cook and waitress. The looks of the diner to them makes them move forward to the silver furred cashier, asking if there is a more private area to eat which they have. The orangey brown furred waitress takes them to their table. “May I take your order, gentlemen?” She sweetly asked then smiled. The two look over the menu. “Two large bowls of noodles with egg, please.” Leo orders while glancing at his mate whether he likes something else. However, it seems he is go

"Thanks." He nodded and started filling up his own plate. After he was done, Beta Connor and the older woman started filling up their plates. It was after they were done that the rest of the werewolves took their share. Fay was eating her pancakes with her fork and Alpha Clause was eating his noodles as he watched her when they heard the clicking of high heels.

I looked away at once. “Perhaps you have something bothering you?” she questioned, and I shook my head at once, facing my food. I took a bite of it. “The food is nice,” I muttered, and the chef, who was amongst us, shot me a smile. “Of course it is. Werewolf meat makes everything better.” Sue’s words made me choke at once, and the people at the table burst into laughter. I reached for the glass of blood in front of me, downing it at once.

I shuddered against the counter like it could save me from whatever is about to occur . “ you are werewolf ? ” I heard Lady Sia mutter rhetorically beneath her breathe , her eyes balls dilatiballs shock as she slowly leaves the counter area to her office while Mr werewolf threw a bundle of dollars before leaving the restaurant. The murmurs in the restaurant did not stop, we had cause a scene hence the customers trooped casting pitiful glances at me ,my stomach churned in disgust as I left for the back of the restaurant to clear my head.

I said, as the waitress came back. “Youse ready to order,” she said, smacking her gum. I cringed my nose at her, goddess she reeked. This was all part of the trials and tribulations we faced living among humans. Their scents were awful and they didn’t even know it. A lot of wolves can’t always keep it to themselves but obviously nothing good comes of creating that trouble. “I want the roast beef dinner,” Pavel said, looking like someone stole his puppy. “I’ll have the grilled chicken salad with ranch dressing please,” I said, handing her our menus.

I planned to buy even more for them to carry, but first, I needed something refreshing to drink. “Let's head to the restaurant,” I commanded, strolling up to the rooftop lounge and settling down at a table. I ordered the most expensive drink and food on the menu and, in a rare gesture, allowed Stella and Marie to do the same. They thanked me as if I were their savior or something. Pathetic. Liam, on the other hand, wouldn’t eat or drink anything, even if I ordered him to. So, I didn’t bother asking. As the food arrived, I held the cold drink in my hand and glanced over the edge of the rooftop, watching the crowds milling around below, buying cheap trinkets from the street stalls. A flash of

My date opts for the usual pasta with extra meat. “You won't regret that. I hear that the pasta here is exceptional”, I compliment her on the choice. “This is my first time here but the reviews are excellent. I was fortunate to be able to reserve a table”. She looks up from my words. "For the first time? Aren't the people here werewolves?” she asks innocently. “No, not as far as I could sense. But I do think a lot of werewolves visit this place. The menu is full of meat dishes and fewer vegetables and fish. That says a lot. And there are also a number of packs in the area, enough to bring many customers to this restaurant”, I answer.

We start to circle each other, looking for an opening to get at. "No. See, I've changed my tastes a little," he says, "I've decided to go more to a wild taste for my meat." "What? You eat some wild boar?" I say roughly. Just a bit more. Then I can fly off. "No. Just werewolf," he says. I freeze. "You ate a werewolf?" I ask lowly. How could he...? "Oh, I did alright. And he was delicious. He had the taste of lean meat. Too bad he wasn't beefier. Otherwise, he would have satisfied me some more and-"

After a while, I look at him in the eye and say, "Freddy, I am not a baby. Even if I am your wife, I cannot stay at home and wait for you all the time. I have my own stuff to do." All of a sudden, he holds my arm and throws me onto a sofa. When I am about to stand up and yell at him, something huge covers all the light from the crystal lights in the middle of the room. It seems to be a beast at first glance, but later I notice that it is Freddy who stands up from the wheelchair. Is this the difference between a werewolf and a human ? Before I decide whether to congratulate him or curse him, he rushes to me and holds my shoulder.

My cheeks grew warm. "Ready?" "Yup. My caretaker makes an excellent stir-fry dish. You aren't vegetarian, are you?" Adam led the way as we walked down the hallway. The hallway stretched endlessly before us, decorated with expensive artwork, polished marble floors, and elegant chandeliers that cast a warm golden glow over everything. "No, I do love my meat." "I guess that comes from the wild part of our kind." "How could you tell I was a werewolf so easily?" "Instinct, I guess."