Kindred Table Restaurant Novels & Stories

Now Fully dressed, I took a taxi and made my way to Kexi five star restaurant. I arrived at Kexi restaurant and stood at the entrance looking up at the massive five star restaurant. Meeting at a restaurant like this means this client is loaded, still can't believe I just hit a jackpot again! First with Jasper now with Mr Zack. I adjusted my gown and walked in. “ Where is the table reserved with the name Zack?” I asked the waitress. “ Are you Miss Kings?” She asked, looking at me from head to toe. “ Yes!” I replied, shaking my head wondering why the strange look from her.

tense. Attempt number three is at dinner. I’m not invited to dinner. Obviously. I’m supposed to be eating gruel in the gutter. Instead, I bribe a kitchen boy with a silver coin I found in the mercenary’s pocket to let me carry the wine jug. Kieran is sitting at the High Table, alone. The table is set for twenty, but he sits in solitary splendor at the head, surrounded by empty chairs. It’s a lonely sight that makes my chest ache.

Journee said. I nod; we walked when we reached the dining area, there stood a long table that could seat about ten people. The table cloth was a lovely white with gold leafs on it, I consider it elegant. There in the room everybody was seated, but soon they notice Journee and me, I stare at each person trying to read their thoughts, my parents, their thoughts was easy to read. I can tell that nothing has change, they are still the same snobs, pretending to like you, behind close doors they plotting to stab you in the back. And Roderick is just a straight up asshole, who is self-centered just like Sunshyne.

"Come on, I know somewhere." Half an hour later the pair were seated in a Middle Eastern restaurant that was packed with late evening diners. The scent of charred meat and spices filled the air while waiters hurried between tables with bread and sizzling plates of food. In the back, behind wine red and gold velvet curtains, a party of thirty or forty guests were making enough ruckus for the whole city. The pair were tucked away at a small table away from the noise at Kade's request while they waited for their food. "No shot of whisky or bottle of beer?" Karim raised an eyebrow when the waiter left with their order.

Long tables were set up, and what looked like the entire compound had gathered. Darien led me to the head table, seating me at his right hand. Cain sat on his left, with Tracey beside him. Keanu, Ronan, Kael, and Turk filled out the rest of the table. The meal was elaborate. Roasted meats, fresh bread, vegetables I didn't recognize. Dire wolves came by to congratulate Darien, to welcome me, to express their joy at the king finding his mate. I smiled and nodded and said all the right things. But my mind was occupied.

With a grimace, Gerald replied, “On the subject of lunch… just leave that to me! There’s a decent place here in Serene County, called Mead Hall. Let’s eat over there!” “Hmph! You should have told us that earlier! Come on, Giya! We’ll go in my car!” And so they found their way to Mead Hall, the finest restaurant in Serene County, frequented mainly by the rich and powerful. When they arrived, Tammy announced with a mysterious air that she needed to find a place to park her car, and wanted Giya with her. Gerald was to go ahead and reserve a table for them. Since that had been his intention all along, anyway, Gerald went inside and asked for a table for eight. Rather than having any private dini

He might try tricks and pulling stunts, but in the end, it was her choice to make. They soon arrived at a luxurious and private restaurant, a place where the most influential people usually come to wine and dine. Amber blinked as she stared at the beautiful as she stared at the beautiful marble exterior, the glinting windows reflecting the city lights that were just starting to come alive. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “Welcome to K.R, Sir,” the waiter said with a respectful bow. “Right this way, sir. Your table is waiting.”

SKY TERRACE RESTAURANT — 8PM The elevator opened to a rooftop Aurora didn’t recognize. String lights crisscrossed overhead. Candles everywhere. One table. Two chairs. And beyond it, the city stretched like scattered stars. “You rented the whole place,” she said with a curious look. Kieran stood by the table in a black suit. No tie. Hair slightly messy like he’d been running his hands through it. “I wanted privacy.” “This is excessive.”

"You guys eating down here tonight?" "Yes, sir. Just not sure where yet." "Might I suggest Parry's? It's a really good steakhouse just a few blocks over. Really nice ambiance and the tables are spread quite far out so you can enjoy some intimacy." "Sounds perfect." Jake pulled out his wallet and paid for the candy, smiling down at Kari.

"I'll have lunch with you." Dasha was being kind and it felt churlish to turn her down for a simple lunch. "Where should we eat?" Shaun tried to peer through the crowd of shoppers, assessing the nearby eateries. "Let's go to Kucha?sk? St?l," Dasha said, naming the Koba owned restaurant, which translated to Chef's Table. Jozef had once taken Shaun there on a date. "It's not far; we can walk." Shaun nodded her agreement but glanced back at Karl.