Kindred Table Restaurant Novels & Stories

He said. "Yes. Thank you. Good evening." "Do you have a reservation so I could lead you to your table?" "Yes please. I have a reservation for two, a table for Mr Spencer and Linda, 6:30-8pm." "Yes ma'am. Please follow me." He led them to a table by the window side which could accommodate five people at once. The angle they were at gave them a better view of the fountain. As the night got darker, the colours became brighter. "Thank you." She told the steward.

She winked at him, and then took their drink order and disappeared. "You should totally buy her top for an hour," Kelly said with a grin. "That's so evil," Duncan said. "I don't want her to feel awkward." Someone from a nearby table must have heard them. "I'm sorry, you can buy their tops?" the younger man asked. Kelly grinned and nodded at him. "Our friend Erin works here too, she said it happens most evenings." "New favorite restaurant," the young man said with a grin. Kara reappeared then with their drinks. "Y'all know what you want?" she asked.

This dinner wasn't cheap. I walked in hand in hand with Shane, smiling as he looked down at me. “You look radiant.” I smiled. “Thank you, babe.” I leaned up and kissed him before we walked inside. And damn, the place was full. One of the servers showed us to our table, which was right next to Sienna, Keisha, Kole, and Knox. I sat down and looked around. “So who's keeping the babies?” I looked between them. “Because if Kira and Martin are here, and you guys are here and your main sitters are all here…”

I dozed off by seeing lights through the window. Sarah shook me. "Wakey! Wakey!", she shouted into my ears. "I'm up!", said while yawning. I got out and saw Wendy still sticking with us. Does she have to tag along everywhere we're going? I sighed. We went in. The restaurant seems so busy. There's was so many people. It kinda seemed familiar to me. We took two tables since we came in large numbers. Me, Sven, Wendy and dad sat at one table while Mom, Sarah and Falcon and Corey were in another. Sarah was overjoyed because the restaurant was animal friendly.

“We only serve two tables a day.” I raised an eyebrow. “That can’t bring in much income…” He gave me a knowing smile. “It’s not about money.” Not about money? I was starting to realize Kane wasn’t just being humble; he was hiding something. Soon, Neville served the food: simple Western fare—juicy burgers, roasted turkey, golden apple pie, fish and chips, fresh veggie salad. It looked like comfort food… but the taste was anything but ordinary. “This is amazing,” I murmured. “Tastes familiar…”

“Or have you forgotten how you signed those divorce papers?” Brian’s face tightened for a split second. Kiera quickly cut in. “That’s between us. It has nothing to do with you.” “Correct,” Soren nodded. “But your behavior in this lobby does.” He turned toward the reception desk, where several staff members were pretending to busy themselves, though their ears were clearly attuned to every word. “This restaurant,” Soren said slowly, “has been entirely reserved by Mr. Kenneth.” The name dropped like a stone. A beat of silence.

The family of three arrived at the restaurant they were gonna have a fun time together. Xavier got out first and opened the door for his wife and baby sister who only snort. Khloe & Kourtney was a restaurant owned by the popular Kardashians who were always the center of controversy in The US. They walked into the restaurant together and Xavier arranged for them to have a private booth to themselves. Unbeknownst to them someone was watching them since the very minute they stepped into the restaurant. "The one thing I love about this place was the view and also their fried chicken." Kendall said honestly as she gulp down a glass of water while Kelly was already salivating.

"We are going to celebrate your recovery! And welcome you back to Silver Star Studio!" We drove across town to a restaurant Jane had booked. It was called The Velvet Moon, one of the best restaurants in the entire Willow Creek Pack territory. The Head Chef was a brilliant, eccentric wolf who only curated dishes that matched his pack's instinctual cravings each day. Without a reservation secured weeks in advance, it was impossible to get a table. But as I stood in front of the glass entrance, a sharp, agonizing memory pierced my heart. A year ago, I booked a table here. It was Julian's birthday. I wanted to give my mate a perfect dinner to celebrate our bond.

He handed Waverly a one paged menu and left between a set of double doors. Waverly scanned over the menu, which read 'home-made food all day, every day' across the top, and then placed it down in front of her. The man reappeared and set the water on the table in front of her. Waverly looked up and noticed his name tag: Darren Tillbury. "New in town?" he asked as he continued his duties. "Everyone in town knows one another and I'd reckon I haven't met you quite yet." Waverly had a sip of water. "I just came in today," she said once her breath stabilized. "This is a really nice restaurant you have here," she complimented, glancing around the space.

But it’s only until when we reached our location and got out that I realized the man was East, my long forgotten uncle. He looks shabby now, and really old, way older than dad—even though compared to age, he isn’t much older. “The email said table five, right?” Shawna comments as we enter the restaurant, causing me to set the matter of East aside. “I think so,” I reply. Each glass tables in the luxurious restaurant carries four chairs; two chairs at each of the two longer sides. While three of the chairs in table five are empty, the remaining on is occupied by a dapper-looking man who looks like he’s in his mid-forties.