Moveable Feast Novels & Stories

John replied, guiding Amora back out the door they'd just entered, while I went to wash up and put a few things in the refrigerator. When I was done, I found that he'd already set up the paper plates and had the cartons open and ready. "I didn't know if you like anything else, so I got a few different items, but there's your Beef and Broccoli and the eggrolls. I also got some sauces and both forks and chopsticks." As he spoke, John took the items out of the bag in his lap. I grabbed the chopsticks and said, "Thanks, I really appreciate this. I hate to admit it, but I often get so caaught up that I forget to eat."

Marvelled, Mel finished the meal in a matter of minutes and had one more serving of the delicious meal before she was fully satisfied. “I…I have no words,” she breathed at the end of the meal. “I have never tasted something this good in such a long time!” She shifted, placing the bowl on the grass beside her. The women beamed. “We’re glad you enjoyed this, my lady,” Nora, a young woman spoke up, the excitement evident in her tone. “Thank you, really,” Mel insisted, her hands coming to rest on her slightly bulging stomach. “I hope to have more of this when we return to the settlement.”

The Academy never sleeps. Misha walks beside me, her limp more noticeable now that the run is done, but her eyes are bright as she scans the buffet like it might disappear if she blinks too long. We grab plates from the stack. The ceramic feels solid in my hands. I move down the line, scooping food without hesitation. Scrambled eggs. Bread. Something that looks like potatoes. I do not overthink it. Food is fuel. Food is comfort. Food is not something I waste time being polite about.

My name was Rachel Summers. The gaming company that I founded, Cosmo Network & Tech, was well-known amongst the people in the industry for being the "dream company" to work at, simply because of our generous employee benefits. They were exceptionally envious of the free lunch buffet program that I had insisted on for every employee in the company, amounting to 100 dollars per head per day, in collaboration with a five-star hotel in the center of the city. Every day at lunch time, the admin department would wheel in carts of the catered dishes through the office floor, smelling absolutely heavenly.

At the sight of everyone seated, the maids stepped forward in smooth, practiced lines—silent as moonlight, but swift, efficient. Each maid knowing her place, her duty, her timing. They bowed their heads in respect to the Spiritfang first, then the Alpha and everyone else. My eyes drift over to Raven again, and the shock was evident on her face. The amount of food placed on the table always surprised me and I had been here for years and this was her first time seeing it. I found myself smiling at the look on her face. Trays of roasted meats—boar glazed with dark honey—were placed first. It was tradition: protein at the heart of every feast, honoring strength.

♤ The Great Hall was a cage of crystal and judgment. Luna stood just inside the servants’ entrance, a platter of roasted game heavy in her trembling hands. Tonight was the Moon Feast, a celebration of pack strength and future alliances. Every Alpha-blooded heir was present, a sea of arrogant beauty and calculated power. And she was the entertainment.

Claudius glared at Miguel even more. "I was starving, I could eat a whole cow. I hope you prepared a feast for me, Claudius?" Miguel flashed a teasing smile at my mate. "It's the least you could offer after I did the favor that you asked me years ago." "Every meal in the realm is considered a feast, but if you're craving for a particular dish that wasn't served at the buffet. You could request that from our private chef. They will accommodate any of your cravings." "Ah." Miguel clicked his tongue, "A golden luxurious life. We had reasons why we had to move out of this place before, but our days here were a blast too," Miguel reminisced.

Does a child who doesn't shine enough really not deserve to be loved properly, even once? A maid brought me a corner that hadn't touched the nuts. Then the conversation shifted to the wedding. My mother asked me, "How are the banquet plans?" Before I could answer, she turned to Luca. "Your guests are political people and family friends. Bianca's refugee children's program could use the wedding for exposure." Luca nodded without a second thought. "No problem. We'll cancel the part where Elena and I talk about our love story. Bianca can present the foundation instead."

said Daphne and held the spoon and fork. "This served as an apology for what I did to you before," retorted Maverick. "You know, I should not have remembered such, but it already happened. All I could do was apologize." "Apology accepted," said Daphne and smiled. "For the goodness you did, it didn't stop me from forgiving you." "Anyway, let's taste the food together. All foods rated five stars, especially their specialty Creamy Chicken Roulade," explained Maverick and held the plate with the recipe he had mentioned.

she was already getting up to leave, “I’ll send a driver to pick you up when I’m done at the event.” I didn’t even get a word in before she blew me a kiss and strutted out. *** “Don’t you like the steak? You’ve barely eaten a bite,” Maeve’s eyes shone with curiosity as she watched me eat. We’d arrived over an hour ago and she’d practically stuffed me with a thousand meals from different cultural cuisines while she religiously sipped only lemon water because she was on a diet. “I’m sure it’s really tasty, I’m just filled to the brim,” I patted my tummy tiredly.