Mr Meaty Characters Novels & Stories

My stomach twisted, but not from hunger. “Try a cut?” The vendor grinned, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Ash dusted the meat. “Fresh today.” The word fresh didn’t belong here. Nothing in this city was fresh. Just rotting slower than the rest. I stared at the meat. Dark red, marbled with veins of silver. Hybrids bled black. Wolves bled red. “What is it?” My voice came out hoarse, like I’d been screaming. Maybe I had. He shrugged, hacking at a ribcage. “Protein.”

"Delicious! you're really great, Aiden. The meat is also very tender, what kind of meat is this? beef? lamb? or goat?" "Human flesh!" ***

Ace asked. “Of course. Nothing to worry about,” Rung replied casually. I gulped when we got close enough for us to see the meat that was on display. The meat that was chopped up resembled any other type of meat that I’ve seen displayed in the meat sections of supermarkets. However, there were other more wholesome versions of the meat that basically looked like a dog that had just been skinned. I closed my eyes momentarily to collect myself. To me, it was a disturbing and difficult sight to take in.

Dan still cradled Cynthia to his chest, daring Jack to make a move and touch his mate again. Jack’s deep chuckle melted into a low hum, and then a roar like he was the animal, not the pack. Putting his arms outward, his body shook, and he began to seethe. It reminded Kerry of a deranged 'Dragon Ball Z' character, and he fought his laugh.

The room was completely silent as the others were forced to eat. “So what kind of meat is this?” Vince eased the tension. Even if the worst situations, he knew how to make something out of it. Out of all three, he was definitely the less tense, but that was Vince. Other than that breakdown which had been so out of character for him, he had always been laid back. “Human,” Berto spoke. “It’s human meat.” Everyone dropped their forks before the man let out a loud sound of laughter. “I’m just kidding!” He cackled. “You should’ve seen the looks on your faces!”

he whispered hotly in her ear. Goosebumps ran down the girl's back. And she froze, not moving anymore. Only cheeks treacherously reddened. Dinner consisted almost entirely of meat. It looks like it was deer. And men absorbed it simply in huge quantities. Deamara watched in shock as the huge juicy chunks disappeared from the plates at an alarming rate, and still couldn't understand how the Markats managed to stay so slender with such a diet. And after all, on toned muscular bodies there is not a gram of excess fat.