Live To Eat Novels & Stories

She kicked a beer can out of her path. “Myr—” Sed began. She lifted her hand to silence him. “We’re going to start with that disgusting refrigerator. All that moldy takeout food has to go. And then I’m going shopping for some real food. I am sick of fast food.” At the mention of food, the guys’ expressions shifted from abject horror to mild interest. “Real food?” Jace whispered, as if they were speaking a foreign language he’d never heard. “Yeah, real food. Meat, vegetables, pasta, fruit, liquid milk. I don’t mind cooking for all of you, and the roadies too, but you guys will clean this bus and keep it clean. I can’t live like this anymore.”

“What the hell are you doing?” “Eating,” Lyralei said simply. “I don’t need your pity.” “Good, because I’m not offering any.” Eliasen glowered at her, jaw tight, clearly fighting the urge to tell her to leave. But she didn’t say anything, just turned back to her food with jerky, aggressive movements. Lyralei started eating, and the first bite of roasted meat was so good she almost moaned. Her body desperately needed the fuel, her stomach finally getting something other than river water and stress.

"It's useless. Fighting won't change anything. We're all going to die. That thing will eat us all. "Don't you get it? We're livestock. It's keeping us alive on purpose. It likes its food alive."

"You think it matters that you know my secret?" Tina sneered. "You've taken the stomach medicine again. You're back to shouldering all the food I eat. In a few days, I'll livestream myself eating ten pounds of rice. When that happens, just wait for death. "For now, stay put. If you survive, you can call yourself lucky. If you don't—well, you have no one to blame but yourself." Ten pounds of rice. No normal stomach could endure it. Tina had made up her mind—she would gamble my life for livestream views.

"Why didn't you just eat after they released you?" "I had to come here. Didn’t want to keep you waiting.” I clench my fists, a dull ache settling in my chest. "...Idiot." He grins at me, and I falter. Stop it. Don’t wave your fucking face card at me. I let out a slow breath. "What can you eat when it gets like this?" "I'll be fine." "Mars." He hesitates. "...Plain food. Rice. Toast. Soup. Bananas." I stare at him. "You're telling me the scary Marcellus Gregory survives on hospital food?"

Lacey makes a disgusted face and Liv laughs. “I think I will ride to the store with you,” Jack says standing up. “I want breadsticks with the order too. And spaghetti with meat sauce.” “Calm down there boy. We are only eating a little bit to hold us over until supper time-” Andy's voice drifts back to Liv, as they walk out the door.

"How am I supposed to survive anorexia?" The top comment read, "Get yourself a boyfriend who's a chef! My husband changes up the menu every single day of the year, and even the apples he slices for me are always shaped like little bunnies. I've basically fallen in love with food because of him!" A netizen gushed, "Whoa! Where do you even find a gem like that?"

“You didn’t click a single photo of the view. Just the view? These are all your photos, your selfies.” Zivah took back her phone, showing me the 50 plus selfies she had taken. “What are you talking about? I am the view.” I shook my head in resignation. I’ll have to remember to click some pictures of the view myself. “We are ordering some steak, Fajitas, and deep-dish pizza. Anything else?” Sebastian asked. “I want fries and a veg burger.” Zivah said. “Trying to quit eating meat.” She justified as the confused glances are thrown in her direction.

“Hey, do you mind helping me find some food and then we can get living arrangements set.” Amaris followed him into the kitchen, which turned out to be quite modern. It looked newer than Gran’s. There was clearly more to the story here as well. “How can you even think of eating right now with everything that has happened in the last 24 hours?” Amaris said to Lyle now starting to get annoyed at all the secrets. “Food is the second rule of survival 101.” “what is the first?” She shot back with her hands on her hips now.

"When did you last eat?" "Doesn't matter." "It matters to me." I laughed bitterly. "Since when?" Adrian's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. Instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small pouch. "Bread. Dried meat. Water." He set it on the floor between us. "Eat." I stared at the food like it was a trap. "I'm not going to poison you." "I know." My voice was flat. "You want me alive. The baby needs me alive."