Kindred Table Restaurant Novels & Stories

Casey said angrily, slapping the table and pouting in displeasure. The waiter clearly didn't take the kid seriously and scoffed. "Kid, who do you belong to? Do you have any idea who owns this place?" "Who?" Casey retorted. "This place is a high-end restaurant under the banner of Starlight Entertainment. It's not for just anyone. See that table over there? Know who's dining? It's Fiona, the top actress. Ever heard of her?" The waiter pointed to a table in the corner. It was then that Jasmine realized they were one of only two parties dining there that evening.

was currently making the wine glasses on the coffee table vibrate. The living room was packed with familiar faces, though most had changed a lot. Jessica Martinez had gone full platinum blonde and looked like she’d discovered Botox. Mark Chen had gained maybe fifty pounds but wore it well, his face fuller and friendlier. Tanya Brooks looked almost identical, except for the massive diamond on her left hand that could probably be seen from space. “Help yourself!” Kendall gestured toward a dining table that had been converted into a full spread. And I mean full. There were truffle mac and cheese bites, bacon-wrapped dates stuffed with goat cheese, and a three-tier seafood tower that seemed exce

and I just stand there with the hemmed handkerchief in my hand and watch Devin carry my sister away. Congratulations, I think at myself, flat and tired. Genuinely excellent morning. * * * The restaurant at the end of the road takes me for the lunch shift. It’s small with just four tables, a counter, a kitchen the size of a closet—but Mara who runs it doesn’t care what I look like as long as I show up and don’t drop things, which is more than most places out here. I refill cups. I carry plates. I keep my hair tied back and my head down.

“After you.” The restaurant consisted of wooden, U-shaped booths upholstered in a brown fabric that matched the bamboo walls. In the middle of each table were metal hotplates. I glanced around for signs of Fenrir but only saw a bunch of other shifters sitting around the tables, reading their menus. We stepped inside, and the scents of mixed spices and fried meats filled my nostrils, making my mouth water. My stomach decided to rumble, and Griff laughed. “Hungry?”

I still couldn't believe that she had loaned me her favorite cowboy boots with the pastel flowers swirling around them, but they looked fantastic, and gave me just the extra boost of confidence that I needed as I got to Biggie's restaurant. Biggie's eatery was one of the only full-service, waterfront restaurants in town, and it was bustling with activity when I arrived. Thankfully, Kim had promised to save us a table. She ran over to greet me as soon as I walked in. "You look fantastic!" she gushed. "He isn't going to be able to keep his hands off you." Her enthusiasm was contagious as she covered my eyes and led me over to the table that she and I normally shared on girls' night.

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.

“You’ve got two toddlers. I understand completely.” “Yeah,” she said, rubbing her face. “But yours aren’t ten months apart.” I shook my head quickly. “Nope. Mine definitely are not.” She chuckled. “Well, you should come grab food downstairs,” she said. “It’s from this Jamaican-American fusion restaurant Knox and I found a few weeks ago. It’s amazing.” Right on cue, Knox walked up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Oh, I love hearing about my excellent taste,” he joked before kissing her cheek.

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 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.