Monochrome Dream Eating Baku Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Quick breakfast downstairs. We leave in forty minutes.” Breakfast was simple and perfect: steamed rice, miso soup with tiny cubes of tofu, grilled mackerel, pickled vegetables that snapped between my teeth, and green tea so fresh it tasted like spring. I ate more than I had in days, small bites, careful sips, determined not to let nausea win today. Sakura joined us briefly, radiant in a soft gray kimono, pressing a small bento box into my hands “for later.” Dante watched the exchange with quiet amusement, one hand resting possessively on the back of my neck the entire time.

the guard added. Dwyane open the bag. The guard saw the plastics with a mark of a store. The guard thought that those were their groceries so he let them in. When they finally have a table, the two sit comfortably. "Good morning, Ma'am, Sir. This is the menu," the waiter said while handling them the menu. Rhea smiled. The people here are not able to recognize herself. "Can I just have a one piece chicken and a rice?" Rhea said. "That's mine too," Dwyane said.

"Please bring Dondurma and Baklava to our room. Thank you." Dondurma was ice cream made from goat's milk. Baklava, on the other hand, was a small, multi-layered cake. Both foods were sweet. He grimaced when he saw Elena's eyes light up as soon as their order arrived. She gobbled them up and suddenly forgot about him. "Honey, slow down! You'll choke." Elena quickly looked at him sharply and almost glared. "Just saying you're afraid of me turning fat, right? You don't like me getting fat, do you?"

As Liora. She told him about her life in Eldara. The simple joy of grinding herbs and helping people. The boring days and the quiet nights. She told him about the fear when the Blood Moon rose. The terror of her awakening. The pain of nearly destroying a town. As she spoke, something began to happen. In the sea of dreams near the shore, one of the frozen images, a dream of a baker taking a perfect loaf of bread from an oven, suddenly splashed with colour. The crust of the bread became golden brown. The baker smiled, and it was a real, proud smile. The dream started to move. The baker took the bread out and placed it on a windowsill to cool.

Instantly, it reminded him of the woman he loved, the woman named Sakura, and his heart ached. “Mono no aware,” Haruka said, nodding. “You understand its meaning.” Sebastian opened his eyes. Before him, he saw his new tenant from Japan who, with her small family, had moved into this luxurious private apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan three months ago. Haruka, Sebastian thought, was one very traditional Japanese woman all right, for he had never seen her dressed in anything except a yukata. This one was very beautiful indeed, with purple and white flowers.

“Look what you made me do. Peel myself like a vegetable.” “You already do that in the banya. Strip off your skin like a banana. It is the creepiest thing since my school's cafeteria food, especially the Monday Surprise. I am pretty sure that is made of mushed up rats. At least, I imagine it tastes like a creature that eats trash.” Morozko narrowed his eyes. “And how, mooncalf, am I creepy?”

In merely 20 minutes we all three finished our morning meal… and our previously cleaned floor was now covered with leaf all around… “My lord… this meal was so delicious… I would like to learn to prepare it Boris” I excitedly told Boris… “It is quite simple Madame…. I will teach you… the only thing that you need most for preparing Bekatapon is fresh cutler fish….” Boris replied with warm smile “Cutler fish? Where can we buy it?” I questioned Boris who quickly dogged his eyes in between me and Draco “Ahhh… Madame… we don’t have market in Nakota… all villagers catches their own fish” Boris replied

“Eat.” Somehow, I found an appetite—or just enough pride to pretend so. The devil sat back in his chair in Givenchy, an iPhone in hand, and, if I wasn’t mistaken, he was playing a game. I could only imagine it was a twisted version of Pac-Man, but instead of dots, his emoji ate up souls. “If you’re finished, Yulia will escort you to your room.” On cue, she appeared in the doorway, dispensing all doubt the walls of this house were alive, fueled by Russian tea and black magic.

he voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Okay,” I smiled, biting my index fingernail softly. “I want to go for a Sukiyaki with thin beef slices simmered with tofu, mushrooms, and veggies. Please, I want it hot and fresh, from one pot… and dipped in a raw egg.” “Your order has been taken,” he sighed dramatically, making me burst out laughing. “Wow! You must be used to expensive restaurants.” “Clock it!” I blushed. ***The next morning*** I huddled myself in the bed, reluctant to leave the warmth of sleep but I knew I had to move.