Mitsuri Eating Novels & Stories

After our father died, my sister and I inherited a fortune, a luxury villa, and a tiny convenience store. She took the money and the mansion without hesitation, leaving me with the old shop everyone looked down on. One month later, the apocalypse began. A zombie outbreak swept through the world overnight. The rich became trapped in their homes with no food, no power, and no way out. My sister, once proud of her mansion and millions, ended up starving behind locked gates. Meanwhile, I survived comfortably inside the convenience store I had rebuilt into a fortress, living off endless supplies of snacks, canned food, and soda. When my sister collapsed on the streets begging for help, I risked my life to save her. But greed was stronger than gratitude. After eating my food and recovering her strength, she waited until I fell asleep… then threw me outside to be torn apart by zombies. The moment I died, I opened my eyes again. I had returned to the day we divided the inheritance. This time, my sister smugly grabbed the convenience store first, convinced she had stolen the better deal. What she didn’t know was that I had been reborn too. And this time, I came back with a Apocalypse Survival System. While she fought over scraps, the villa she abandoned would become the safest shelter left in the world.

She was the first girl. In the all boys boarding school. And also happened to be placed with the demon himself. After being blamed for her father's death and her mother's drug addiction, her mother decides to send her off for good in a boarding school. Due to some mistakes in the gender part and no placement available in girls school, she was placed in Oaklawn Academy, the all boys boarding school. She expected there will so much awkwardness, she will be made fun off, no one will be friends with her, she will be embarrassed and bullied, everyone will judge her and what not. However, she didn't expect to fall for the demon. Oh but she did. She fell hard. Little did she know, the demon loves her as well. Watch this story unfold as the angel and the demon both experience their first love. TRIGGER WARNING : Mentions and descriptions of abuse, slight eating problems, and may contain a little violence. This the only tw alert and will be none inside the novel. -------------- "But I have always love you angel, since the moment I laid my eyes on you in the elevator as you sneaked glances of me thinking I didn't notice but I did, I noticed each and everything, every silly little thing you do and everything you say. I am absolutely and utterly in love with you Angel and only you. You're my first love and will always be" ------------- My Socials Fb : https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100069959992913 Instagram : @_maia_june_

"I didn’t buy you to be my Queen, little wolf. You're nothing but a sacrifice" Aria is the "trash" Omega of the Silver Moon pack, a servant to her own family and a punching bag for her sister. When her Alpha sells her to the terrifying "Butcher King" Silas to pay off a war debt, she expects a quick death. She doesn't expect the Dragon King to scent her and go feral. Silas is a monster, a king cursed with a dragon-soul that is slowly eating his mind. He needs a blood donor to stay sane, but the moment his skin touches Aria’s, the impossible happens. The Fated Mate Mark burns into their flesh, linking a "weak" wolf to the most powerful dragon in existence. Enraged by the bond, Silas locks her in a tower, vowing to break her spirit before he ever calls her wife. But Aria is hiding a secret that could burn his kingdom to ash. She isn't an Omega. She isn't even a wolf. As assassins close in and ancient enemies rise, Aria’s true power begins to wake. Now, the King who bought her as a slave must decide: will he suppress her power to save his pride, or kneel before the only woman capable of saving his soul? He thought he was her master. He’s about to find out she can be both his life and his destruction.

When I came home for break, my mom, Evonne Ziegler, took me to the grocery store to buy ingredients for a big Thanksgiving dinner. As soon as we got there, she asked me what I wanted to eat. I picked up a pack of salmon and dropped it into the cart, but she immediately took it back out. "Salmon has radiation contamination now. You can't eat that." I glanced at the rotisserie chicken instead, but I was still turned down. "Chicken is full of growth hormones. They grow them in a week now. You'll get sick eating that." Apparently, everything was off-limits, so I lost interest and stopped talking. I figured I'd just let her buy whatever she wanted. But that upset her too. "I specifically brought you to the store. If you want something, just say it. Now you're just being silent. How am I supposed to know what you like?" Not wanting to ruin the mood, I casually pointed at some peaches nearby. "I like peaches. Let's get some." "We already have peaches at home. Don't buy any. You won't even eat them." On the drive back, Mom suddenly sighed. "You're so hard to please. We basically came out here for nothing." The moment I heard that, I suddenly thought this whole thing was pointless.

Janet and Rowan have been in a three-year contract marriage that's supposed to end soon. What started as a convenient, emotionless arrangement has turned into a complicated mess, especially now that Janet has realized she's fallen in love with him. She thought this camping trip would be her chance to finally talk things out with Rowan, but things fall apart when Flora, Rowan's fragile widow friend, shows up. Watching Rowan constantly rush to Flora's side has been eating away at her. While Janet tries to keep her cool, Flora plays the perfect damsel in distress, getting Rowan to take care of her every need. It's obvious to Janet that Flora is pushing boundaries, but Rowan either doesn't see it or refuses to admit it. Flora isn't just another woman-she's the one Rowan never quite let go of. Then Janet overhears something even more shocking: Flora is pregnant. The timing, the secrecy, everything points to one horrifying thought: could Rowan Be the father? Janet is torn between her anger, heartbreak, and the need to know the truth. When she confronts Rowan, she doesn't get the answers she expected. But the damage is done, and her already fragile Marriage is absolutely beyond saving. As Janet deals with the pain of feeling second best, she makes a call she's been avoiding for years. There's someone from her past who's always been there for her.

Fed up with the perilous life of a deadly agent, Allison Miles decides to start anew. She relocates to a new city, adopts a new identity, and deliberately gets fat to avoid recognition. While at this, she finds love with billionaire tycoon Williams, and they marry. For a while, Allison believes she is loved by Williams. However, her whole world comes crumbling at her feet when she discovers Williams cheating with her best friend of two years, Jessica. The betrayal cuts deep, and Williams's remorseless attitude only increases her pain. Desperate to escape the agony, Allison runs out into the stormy night, her vision blurred by tears. And things get terrible when a car accident results in the loss of her three-month old pregnancy. Lying in a hospital bed, Allison's suffering worsens as Williams and Jessica visit her, not to offer comfort and apology but for Williams to shove divorce papers in her face, demanding she signs them. Devastated and heartbroken, she succumbs, freeing Williams to be with Jessica. With the pain eating through Allison, she decides to go back to her old life as a powerful secret agent.  A year later, she returns, utterly different with a great body. She has regained her skills and power as a secret agent. Confident, strong and ready to take control, she is fueled by a burning desire for revenge. And she vows to make Williams and Jessica pay for their betrayal.

Abhorred and burned to death, a nameless female takes on the identity of another to infiltrate the most prosperous pack in the Northwest. Her plan? Inherit the pack with the protection of her soulmate. Because she has zero faith in the resilience of a chosen mate bond, she never dated a man up to this date. On her 22nd birthday, the pressure on her increases as new foes emerge and old enemies resurface. So when Einas Raed, the Lycan Commander of the Pacific Sea, regrets his choice and asks for a second chance, she grasps the golden branch she believes would be the end to her demons. Not exactly who she claims to be, what will happen when her secret is exposed to the world? ... I am not who I say I am. I copied her face and took her name, then impersonated her to enter the Evergreen Pack. I replaced her in her family and stole her place in her pack. Neither the right to be the Alpha King's Heir nor the privileges of Alpha Malivik's daughter belong to me. Yes, I know. I am a terrible person. I am a thief. An Imposter. This is why the shame of my guilt burdens my heart, and it's eating me from the inside out. The fear of my dirty secret getting exposed has me ardently praying to the Moon Goddess. Because I copied her face, it's only a matter of time before everyone finds out I stole her identity. ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Copyright 2023 All Rights Reserved.

On New Year’s Eve, my fiancee, Delilah Carrington, left me to freeze to death in subzero snow. As my body went numb, she was wrapped in the military coat I had found for her, curled up in Everett Kingsley’s arms while eating the holiday groceries I had paid for. When I opened my eyes again, I was back before everything fell apart. So when she called—cold, demanding, rattling off a shopping list like I owed her—I hung up, blocked her number, and made my move. I sealed off Blackridge Logistics Hub, the largest logistics hub in the country. Stockpiling supplies? Pointless. Because my coworkers and I had more packages than we could ever open: seafood delicacies, premium cigars, top-shelf liquor, and industrial generators. Hundreds of millions of shipments meant for the holidays were now all mine. Inside a warehouse kept at a steady 26°C, I ate wagyu steak and watched the world collapse through surveillance feeds. I witnessed Delilah’s entire family tear each other apart over half a moldy pack of crackers. I thought I could live like this forever. I was wrong. In the apocalypse, the most dangerous thing isn’t what’s waiting outside. It’s the people who refuse to stop playing the hero.

In my past life, I casually bought a lottery ticket at the corner store and won 80 million dollars. Three days later, my pregnant housekeeper, Lily Hall, jumped off a bridge and killed herself. Before she died, she left behind a suicide note and a video recording. She claimed I had verbally abused and beaten her for months, and that I had falsely accused her of trying to seduce my husband, Jayden Sanders. In the video, my voice rang out crystal clear as I hurled insults at her. "You little tramp, why are you using a mop? Get down on your hands and knees and scrub it inch by inch. If it's not spotless, don't even think about eating tonight." I called Jayden to vouch for me. However, he insisted I had always been arrogant and cruel, constantly screaming at people or hitting them. He even lifted his shirt to show off the purple bruises covering his body. I could not defend myself and ended up being the villain everyone wanted to see locked up. Eventually, the entire 80 million dollars went to Lily's younger sister, Emma Hall, as compensation. I spent the rest of my life rotting in prison, never understanding why sweet, gentle Lily would frame me and then take her own life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I won the lottery.

Every time the housekeeper came to cook, she brought her daughter along. I felt sorry for them — single mother, no support — so I never said a word. Until one afternoon, I pulled out the chair at the head of the table and found a note taped to the back. It read: "Freeloaders aren't allowed to eat here." I tore the note off and turned to the housekeeper. "What is this supposed to mean?" The girl shot me a look of pure contempt and let out a cold laugh. "You're just a maid. You sponge off other people's homes day after day — how are you not ashamed? If you can't afford food, go beg on the street. People like you, mooching off everyone, make me sick." I stared at her, completely thrown. The housekeeper rushed over and lowered her voice. "Ms. Wolfe, my daughter doesn't know I'm the maid here. She saw how hard I work and felt sorry for me — that's why she put up the note." "And she has serious germophobia. She can't stand eating with strangers. Wait outside until she's done eating. Don't come back in." Before I could answer, she shoved me out the front door. The door slammed shut behind me with a final bang. I stood there on the steps and calmly dialed the police. "Hello. There's been a break-in at my home. Someone's locked me out. I need an officer here now."