Moveable Feast Novels & Stories

Shifting burned a lot of calories. Mayne tapped on the bedroom door, then entered, pushing the cart in front of him. “Since you shifted, Master Solomon, I took the liberty of adding a tray of different types of meats and cheeses, along with a variety of desserts. There’s also a decanter of brandy, a pot of coffee, and a pot of hot chocolate, plus water.” Lucia perked up. “Oh gods, that smells good.” “Thank you, Mayne. As always, your efforts are greatly appreciated,” Solomon said.

♤ 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.

ELARA “ Keep moving." The maid hissed under her breath, grabbing my arm hard enough to bruise. “ They are—" My voice came out strangled, barely a whisper. “ They are just letting them die like that. Like it's entertainment." "It is entertainment." She said flatly, dragging me forward despite my resistance. "This is a feeding gala. The King hosts one every month for the court. Be grateful you are not one of the ones serving as refreshments tonight."

It was a feast that could sustain her for weeks, and yet, it seemed almost wasteful in its extravagance. Marcelo's voice broke through Georgina's reverie, drawing her attention towards him. He was making his way down from the grand staircase, his presence commanding and magnetic. His outstretched hand beckoning her to join him, a silent invitation to partake in the feast that awaited.

"They see everything. Keep your throat safe." She slips out on the next floor, disappearing into the stone corridor. The lift stops at the top floor. The doors open to a massive royal suite. The lodge servants are already waiting, bowing low. "Miss Eloise, Alpha Rowan ordered this feast for you," the head servant says, opening the double doors. The room is full of sweet meat pies, honey cakes, and hundreds of floating moon-balloons. Rowan walks out from the inner chamber, a fake, charming smile on his lips. "Do you like it, my beautiful girl?"

“At first I thought of only us girls going along but I know what mischief you guys get up to if left on your own for a night. So he agreed you could come too.” “Looks like a posh do,” Elmo said. “I might have to wear a clean tee shirt. The sacrifice you have to make when you’re popular, I guess.” “I bet their catering team are amazing,” said Beatrice. “I will have to check out the kitchens. They must have Rangemaster cookers, and Polar Counter Fridges, oh, and Vogue prep-tables, got to have those, and a Global knife block—seven pieces, I’d expect nothing less . . . ”

I want to avenge my father but right now I need to survive. I shake my head to cast the sad thought and focus on driving until we are near a community of modern villas that only well-known people could afford. What the F! So surreal... This place is WOW! This is the first time I step into this community, I didn't believe that it has a beautiful place like this in the heart of Mover City. This place is magnificent, very naturally... with malls, churches, parks, banks, and supermarkets. This place is so peaceful...

At this thought, I felt a sudden urge to rip that mask right off him. I looked at Caleb coldly. "I don't need that kind of blessing. I don't want the prize money anymore. You can have it. Why don't you play host tonight instead?" Caleb's expression shifted instantly, and he waved his hands in frantic refusal. "You were drawn twice in a row. That's destiny! If I stole your prize money, I'd be tempting fate. Are you trying to get me cursed?" At that moment, Michelle chimed in. She whispered in my ear, "Tony, this is Thanksgiving dinner. It's our first gathering of the year. Don't you think you're being a bit of a killjoy?