Moveable Feast Novels & Stories

Anyway, this new promotion saved my daily trips to the dumpster as the leftovers were now in my reach, my gluttony was touching the new limits. There was some sort of dinner party in the Palace. There was a heap of leftovers in the kitchen tonight. So, I asked Moira to come and join the party. She looked at the food and gasped in disbelief, “Brisket and meatloaf? Did we die and went to heaven accidentally, Shyl?” We both laughed and shared the food equally, but still, Moira gave me her share of brisket. “Although I haven't eaten this much meat in my seventeen years of life, you need it, Shyl. We can’t risk your health.”

“We need to move on the target.” Serena scanned the gathering of wolves but shook her head after a moment. “I have no scent of him, but from the movement of the pack, the feast is about to begin.” Glancing up, I saw that most of the guests were migrating toward either the massive dining hall or the wide living area, where a spread of food was laid out that could have sustained several raiding parties. “Go, sit!” Noor barked at me as she emerged from the kitchen again, hoisting a platter of golden, scorched rice.

The scent danced around Georgina's senses, beckoning her towards the source of its delicious allure. Her gaze settled upon the spacious dining room, a sight that left her breathless. The grand table stretched out before her, adorned with an abundance of culinary delights. It was a feast fit for royalty, a display of opulence that spoke of Marcelo's wealth. The table groaned under the weight of the sumptuous dishes, each one a masterpiece in its own right. Exotic fruits, succulent meats, and mouth watering pastries adorned the surface, inviting Georgina to indulge in a gastronomic extravaganza. It was a feast that could sustain her for weeks, and yet, it seemed almost wasteful in its extravag

"Celebration or not, let us focus on the purpose of this gathering—strengthening the alliance between our packs." Raven shot me a subtle glance, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate situation. As the feast unfolded. The servants, having retreated to the shadows, watched the proceedings discreetly. The feast, initially meant to be a private affair, now unfolded under the watchful eyes of the unseen observers. Each move, each word exchanged, held significance in the delicate dance of power and unity.

"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?"