Kindred Table Restaurant Novels & Stories

Three years ago, Caroline Hill married the man she thought could one day love her. Caroline believed that her arranged marriage to ruthless CEO Knoxx Wayne would eventually blossom into something real. She gave him her heart—only to watch him trample it. On the night of their third anniversary, Caroline’s world shatters. Knoxx arrives at the restaurant not for her, but for his ex-girlfriend, Dolly—dripping in the ruby necklace he claimed was for someone important. Her hopes, her dreams of a future with Knoxx, are crushed. But the worst betrayal is yet to come. When Knoxx accuses Caroline of cheating on him with another man—throwing incriminating photos at her—she realizes how little he’s ever trusted her. When love turns to betrayal, can the heart survive?

Ashley, a young talented writer had just relocated to California with her friends to start a new life after losing her job. She's determined to make it as an Author and prove everyone wrong. Ashley goes to pay her friend a visit at her restaurant, where she bumps into Richard Smith, the Immediate younger brother of Nate, a successful arrogant bachelor. A few months later, her boyfriend breaks up with her leaving her devastated. She goes to the club to relieve the pain unaware of the fact that Richard is at the same club. Things take a drastic turn when some masked men raid the club and Richard ends up dead that same night. She's torn between proving she's innocent and her feelings for the Smith brothers, Nate and Jeremy.

She loved him. He humiliated her. Now she’s walking away—for good! Lily gave up everything for her husband, William Aldridge—the man she believed was her forever. But on their anniversary, the night she planned to share the news of her long-awaited pregnancy, she walked in on him tangled in the arms of her best friend. With betrayal cutting deeper than any knife and humiliation turning her heart to ash, Lily makes a choice. No more tears. No more waiting to be loved. If not for her shattered dignity, then for the sake of her unborn child, she will return to her true self—Lilian Arkwright, the hidden heiress of the powerful Arkwright Conglomerate. But just as she begins to rebuild her shattered world, she catches the attention of Aaron Aldridge—the devilishly handsome, younger tycoon brother of William, with secrets of his own and a desire to win her heart, no matter the cost. Now torn between the father of her unborn child, the man who broke her... and the man who would do anything to love her, Lilian must decide: Forgiveness or freedom? Past or future? ~•~•~ Pa! Lily threw the stack of documents on the table in front of him. Without waiting for him to question, she said. "Divorce papers, sign them." William stared at the documents like they were a foreign language. “Divorce papers? You’re not serious,” he said, his voice low, disbelieving. Lily remained seated across from him, her expression unreadable. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.” Leaning forward, she slid the pen across the table toward him and repeated. “Sign it.”

Amara Blake’s life revolves around her son, Noah. Juggling two jobs and a past that left her wary of love, she never imagined her path would cross with Luca Moretti, a billionaire chef looking to open a new restaurant in her small town. When Amara takes a catering job at a local charity event hosted by Luca, sparks fly—but not the good kind. Their first encounter is fiery and full of misunderstandings. But soon, Luca sees something in Amara that he can’t ignore—strength, honesty, and warmth he didn’t know he needed. As their lives intertwine through food, family, and second chances, they’re forced to confront their fears. Amara must let go of her past, and Luca must learn that love isn’t a recipe you can control.

In the picturesque coastal town of Altea, Spain, lives Estrella Marquez, a young woman whose heart beats to the rhythm of adventure. Working in her family's seafood restaurant, she dreams of a world beyond the familiar shores. One fateful day, amidst the vibrant melodies of a local music festival, Estrella's path crosses with Samir Benali, a charismatic French Moroccan musician. Despite their differing backgrounds, a connection sparks, leading them on a journey that transcends borders and challenges tradition. Against all odds, they discover that love, like music, knows no boundaries. With echoes of Spanish and Moroccan culture, the novel paints a vivid portrait of love's resilience and the transformative power of shared dreams. Waves of Wanderlust: The Altea Odyssey is a journey filled with the intoxicating notes of love, the clash of cultures, and the harmonious melody of two souls finding their way in a world that often demands conformity.

Violet Anderson, a young artist, lived in LA with her best friend, Tracy Derwin. She was living a calm life and although she studied art, she was working in a small restaurant . Vincenzo Mercanti, a 26 years old bachelor, king of the mafia in both, USA and Italy, cold hearted, merciless killer that lived a wealthy life. One night, two incidents changed both their lives, when the mafia don wanted a little brunette to be his. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is she?" I asked my best man, Giovanni. "I don't know. I came here with you man." He replied rolling his eyes. "I want her." I said. "What?" He turned abruptly and looked at me. "Bring her to me Gio or I'll kill you myself." I shot him a cold glare. "Okay."

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised. This book contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, dark romantic elements, and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences(18+). Proceed with caution.] He placed a hand on my leg, and my breath caught. His hand slowly began stroking my thigh, sending a strange wave of sensation through my body. My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened. His hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh. My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me. He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Try not to moan,” he whispered, my breath hitched. I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties. My breathing grew uneven, then his fingers suddenly slipped inside. A small cough escaped my lips as my body jerked slightly from the sudden sensation. Several heads turned toward me. “Are you okay, Mrs. Enzo?” one of them asked with concern. My face burned with embarrassment. “Is something wrong? Did you choke on the food?” another man asked. “I think she choked on the food,” Enzo said calmly as he looked at me, his eyes held a warning.

During our New Year’s Eve dinner, I told my family that my company was not giving out year-end bonuses. The table went silent. Even the TV host counting down to midnight suddenly sounded grating. My husband and daughter slammed the table in frustration. “No year-end bonus?! How are we supposed to pay the mortgage and the car loan? I didn’t marry you so you could live off me!” “Other moms either buy designer bags or send money. You’re the most useless one. You can’t even bring home a $100,000 bonus.” My in-laws sat there with dark looks on their faces and said nothing. I looked at their self-righteous faces and felt a lump in my throat. All these years, every expense in this family was paid with the money I earned from late nights, overtime, and project commissions. But all they could see was the $100,000 bonus I did not bring home. “If you can’t make any money, then get out!” My husband grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door. My daughter was not satisfied and kicked me on the lower back. I did not turn around. I took out my phone and booked the presidential suite at a downtown five-star hotel. My bank account had just received a $1 million dividend payout. It was true that I did not get a year-end bonus. But I got promoted to management. From this day onward, I would receive $1 million in dividends every year.

Billionaire and his wife He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "l just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to"

Restaurateur and self-exiled heir Lucien Lenault's first look at the breathtaking young chef trainee for his trendy Chicago restaurant is a shock. She’s Elise Martin, daughter of a wealthy French fashion designer. She’s also the holder of a secret that could explode his carefully laid plans. Notorious for her flagrant exhibitionism, and for flouting the respectable façade of her aristocratic background, the coquine’s wild streak shocked most people. Not Lucien. He was tempted by it. It was a deliriously punishable offense as far as Lucien was concerned. But taking on Elise is more than a game. She’s a catastrophe waiting to happen, an inferno that’s burned many a lover. Lucien isn’t most men, however, and he won’t allow her to manipulate him. In order to control the defiant beauty—in order to see her submit—he’s going to have to willingly walk in the flames…