Is Koi Fish Edible Novels & Stories

Her dark eyes follow my hands as I pluck a piece of sushi from the tray at the center of the table, “I still can’t believe you’re eating that.” Kiera and I had a long conversation about the fact that mermaids’ main food source in the ocean is fish, but she continues to insist it’s some form of cannibalism. I snort with laughter, but before I can respond to her, a sneering voice sounds behind me. “Well if it isn’t the bottom feeder and the boyfriend stealer.”

Lake's POV “Yes. One day.” I responded as Kairos asked if I wanted him to meet my parents, but I did not dwell on it because I didn't want to think about the complications and ruin the moment, and he didn't press, which I appreciated. "I would love to meet your family one day, and I would love for you to meet mine," he stated, and we returned our attention to the food. Kairos pulled out the ingredients: thinly sliced tuna, oysters on ice, strips of salmon, a tray of seaweed and kelp, scallops, octopus sashimi, and even a container with some sort of sea cucumber in it that looked… well, questionable.

"And it fell in love with a prince, got its heart broken, and disappeared into the water, right?" "I don't think it would've fallen in love with a prince. Sevin's a male koi. It probably turned back into a fish after the rain and was picked up by some random person and cooked into a fish stew," Keegan said in a serious tone. "What do you think a 30-pound koi taste like?" Stella was baffled by his response. "Keegan, come on." The man chuckled and stopped teasing her. "Alright, alright. I have some work to do. I'll call you later."

She looked broken. Serena burst into laughter again, the sound jarring against the peaceful garden. "Hahahaha! Oh, look at you! You didn't really think I was going to feed you to the snapper, did you? Relax. My turtle is a vegetarian. He hates meat. I was just joking. Don't be so tense." Liuying looked at the water with trembling eyes. The Koi fish that had been bitten in half earlier was still floating there. *Vegetarian?*

Color green, pink, and purple. “What is that?” I asked Matheo who picked it. “Relax. I forgot them but they seem to be…edible. I think so, yes…” “Oh, I think I remember. The green one is Kamias, the purple is mangosteen, guava, and starfruit.” Matheo explained. Theon cooked the fish and we waited as I let Matheo eat the fruits first to see if it is poisonous. When he was fine for the whole hour, I tasted it and it was…decent than I thought it would be.

“I never get to feed the koi fish!” Because the last time we went there was with Luke, and I spent the entire meal in a state of mild panic remembering how Dante once took me to that exact restaurant seven years ago and explained the symbolism of koi fish in Japanese culture while I pretended to care about anything except the way he looked in candlelight. But I can’t say that. So instead I cycle through every excuse I can think of: “We don’t have reservations.” “It’s probably too crowded.” “You need to shower first.” “I’m not dressed appropriately—”

A mix of blood and pus hung heavily in the air. Using a hand to cover her nose and mouth, the ghastly sight of dead fish is all Journee could see. Some were bloated three times their original size with eyeballs half hanging out of its sockets. A few with gnarly gash lines on their fins and across their gills. Struggling to stay afloat the right side up, a few orange and white koi had extra-large bumps on their backs. On the few fishes who had their entrails exposed to the sun, maggots had started feasting and growing in number.

“So, uhm, from what I heard, only directors and above them can request…” “Don’t think about it.” He chuckled and pointed at the pond. “Let’s check the koi and goldfish.” They approached the pond that had nice white light under it and she gaped upon seeing how beautiful they were. There are tricolors and even pure silver and gold. “Wow,” She mumbled. He smiled upon seeing how amazed she was. Simple things can make her happy. She’s not that hard to please. “They are glowing at night but I am sure that they are sparkling in the morning.”