Monochrome Dream Eating Baku Novels & Stories

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

I huffed and headed towards one of the doors which I believe to be a room… Inside the room was as dark as I expected it to be but it was quite beautiful and exquisite… I kept my stuff on the bed and headed towards the bathroom because I felt sticky being in the same Clothings for hours… I went over to the bathroom which was just as big as the bathroom in his mansion in Luxembourg and peeled off the sticky Clothings off my body before fixing a bath in the tub and placed myself inside the cold bubbly water and my tensed muscles began relaxing… It felt so good and I felt sleepy again but the rumbling sound in my stomach reminded me of how hungry I was.. While we were on the plane I didn't get t

Ahhhhhh my happy birthday Because the weather was rather hot, I wore a short sleeve t-shirt and short jeans. Noah held my hand as he toured the city of the Gods. There are many unique things here. What caught my attention the most, when my stomach sounded, and I saw the food that was quite delicious even though only from the photo "Noah, I want to eat this" I pointed the food photo at Noah. Noah said yes, and we also ate the same dish, after Noah asked the waiter at the restaurant, the name of the dish was Bebek Betutu.

While Yara is cooking dinner, Kenzo and Dream are busy doing assignments. "The furnitures were already upstairs." Kairo said. "Already?" Yara asked with her surprised look. Again, they were at their morning hideout. "Yeah. That's what we liked about Dax, his fast delivery and take note, it's free of charge." Kylo said smiling. "By the way, I painted Dream's room with peach. yours with a light lilac, and with you, a soft black." Buster said talking to Kenzo. "Whatever you want, I trust your taste." Kenzo said. "I wanted to color it with red but I change my mind." Buster said with a naughty smile. "Get lost!" Kenzo said that made his friends laughed. Kairo saw Yara's curiosity. "Red just like

~ Amara ~ The Obsidian was a place built of polished black stone and the kind of hushed, expensive air that made me want to hold my breath. It was the centerpiece of Raventport’s dining scene, a cathedral for people who traded in power and didn't mind the cold. I sat at the circular table, my back straight, my hands folded tightly in my lap beneath the white linen tablecloth. My dress was a deep, midnight blue—chosen by Helena’s personal shopper, of course. It was stiff and uncomfortable, the fabric scratching against my collarbone.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

This was a different kind of cold, older, deeper, seeping from the very stones of the city-from the onion domes of St. Basil's to the brutalist façades of the Soviet era. A cold that remembered tsars and secret police-a cold that felt like the breath of history itself. Davidson Ekon felt it through the layers of his cashmere coat as his motorcade moved through the sparse, late-night traffic, headed for the Barvikha Luxury Village, where he was to meet with the notoriously private head of Gazprombank.

As I brood in my seat in silence every second gives my brain another opportunity to imagine all the ways this could all go wrong. As I second guess myself a part of my Brain keeps reminding me that maybe just because he’s handsome doesn’t mean he will keep me alive. Maybe I might get murdered after-all! Besides it’s not like I even know what gang or bratva he belongs to. He could be a human trafficker, Organ harvester or maybe he’s part of some kind of weird Russian cult. At this point I’m honestly keeping my options open. The city slowly begins to disappear behind us, the bright lights of Moscow giving way to quieter roads lined with towering trees and more expensive estates hidden behind i

I munched on my BLT dreamily, enjoying the delicious mayo I'd slathered on. Morocco narrowed his hazel eyes. “You don't appreciate real music, Evanna. Necrosis is like ecstasy electrified.” He ate his kabobs sagely. “No, it's the sound dumpster trucks make when they're mating. Es horrible!” I tuned out of the conversation, watching as Angus and the Meatheads, cheer squad in tow, entered the courtyard. Baxter was at the fore. He smiled cockily, winking at me. I grinned. Namretha looked up from her homework and raised her eyebrows in question.

She pulled away and looked at me "My dream" "Come on, are you blaming yourself now? His death must have been a coincidence with your dream" I tried to believe as much as possible. "Let's go home" *** "Lunch is ready sweetie" mom called and I jumped out smiling. She carried a tray of cookies in her hands, walking towards me but she suddenly jerked and the tray fell off her hands to the floor, the cookies lettered all over her feet.