Meat's Back On The Menu Novels & Stories

Maybe—my meat? The thought shot through my mind before I could stop it, and I immediately shook my head in disgust at myself. No. That wasn’t what she meant. Still, I couldn’t help the crooked smile tugging at my lips at the thought. I shifted closer to her. “What do you mean?” I asked. Tessa sighed, her shoulders rising and falling as her fingers wove through her hair. My eyes caught the motion, lingering on the strands slipping through her fingers. “We are running out of animal meat,” she admitted softly. “There are a lot of growing children and laborers. We… we compete with the people there, and they don’t have the resources for our kind because of other hunting practices.”

"Now that explains why the table is so well decorated. You just needed something to show off to your friends when you force them to visit!" "Chloe, I don't see why you are so upset. This is good, not decoration," her mother chided. "What are we supposed to do with all this meat then? A whole turkey, a whole chicken and there is more than enough beef and fish in my food, not to talk of the sea food you have packed there," Chloe was talking through gritted as the cameraman had started with the flashes of his camera. "It's no going to waste since I'm going to be home for most of the time so I can snack on them. I love meat anyways," I said and tried to get my hand away from where she was leadin

"Because of your dedication and everything you've done for.....every registered resident will receive one pound of fresh meat today." The survivors froze for a brief moment before excited murmurs spread through the crowd. "I know the frozen meat supplies in the supermarket freezer have almost run out," Ivy continued. "Some of you have probably been surviving on canned meat these past few days. But starting today, every one of you will receive a pound of fresh meat to take home and enjoy with your families." The excitement on everyone's faces grew even brighter.

Back when she was recovering in the countryside under the care of that old doctor, she occasionally got to eat slow-cooked stews prepared over wood fire. Ever since returning to Kingsley, she had never tasted anything quite like it again. Yet somehow— Claire’s cooking smelled exactly the same. “How come there’s braised meat today?” Navia asked in surprise. Lately, under Leonel’s supervision, her diet had been extremely light and healthy. This felt unexpected. “It was Sir’s idea,” Claire explained with equal surprise after noticing Navia’s interest. “He said you’ve been eating lightly for too many days. Once in a while, meat is necessary too.”

You can't back out of the one million and five hundred thousand dollars you promised for the marriage…" Tears welled up in Galarva's eyes. "Everything's perfect, and I'll even have a holy cow bless our wedding!" That was when I chimed in, "Mr. Loris, this stew's amazing! Ever wonder what kind of meat's in it? Janet made it just for you with the sacred cow from your own backyard! My parents did the butchering themselves!"

“Thanks, Jonathan. Those words mean a lot to me.” Their conversation flowed easily as the courses arrived—delicate plates of lobster risotto, truffle-infused pasta, and perfectly seared filet mignon. Jonathan cleared his throat softly, setting down his wine glass as his gaze settled on Natalia. His voice lowered, cautious but curious. “So,” he began, “what about Camila? Does she know about her father?”

And now that I am safe in school, I can finally start working the minute I get back. “Chichi?” My father’s voice from the room broke me out of my thoughts. “Sorry, I’m coming.” I said, and began to dish portions of food into his special metal plate with floral decorations on it and a black, plastic covering over the metal handle. I served him his first before dishing out my own portions onto a plastic plate. I sat down at his feet, he offered a small prayer, and we started eating. It was rice, with food coloring, pepper and salt. But we were both very excited about the fish. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d eaten anything meat related.

"That can be hard." "Tell me about it. And the audacity he had! Urgh! " "I'm so sorry you had to deal with such," He said, sincerity in his eyes. "It's not your fault, so don't worry about it." The waitress returned with our food. I realized how hungry I was and dug in. The beef Wellington had an amazing crispy crust and the meat loaf inside juicy. I drank some of the wine, it's sour taste refreshing on my tongue. Maybe I shouldn't be drinking in the daytime, I mean...I still have work to do.

He swore he would love me forever and promised to make me the happiest woman in the world. After we married, he kept asking me to quit my job and focus on having a child. I thought I had found my true love. That was until Zayla returned to the country and reappeared in Zach's life. The old flame between them quietly rekindled as soon as they met again. By then, I had already given birth to Eugene. To keep the family together, I swallowed my pain and endured. But then, I found out I was pregnant again. I suddenly remembered the night Zach came home drunk and treated me violently.

“You never serve wolves vegetables alone. Where is the meat?” “You used to like it…” “I never liked your cooking,” I said. “It felt like torture and when you left I could breathe easily. Now you’re back, I can’t imagine myself going back to that. Never make my meals again. Have I made myself clear?”