Murdoc X Noodle Novels & Stories

He muttered and keep a fork of noodles in his mouth with the face that looked like the one which has mastered up so much courage. He swallowed it, and closed his mouth. I looked at him in anticipation. “You really learned cooking?” He said taking another bit. I clapped my hands together releasing a breath of relief. “You are alive.” Gross. After everything happened, I felt bad to say that. He didn’t seem to care instead laughed looking at his plate. “Congratulations, Xander. My noodles didn’t kill you but made you crazy.” It was his dialogue when he experimented his pasta on me for the second time.

Rachael Roux exclaimed plainly, her face showing no emotions, and then turned to Chad, pointing her gun at him. "Fisheye.." she said. Chad smiled; "I was born ready for this" he said. "hmmmph, I would have loved to send this bullet into your skull, but, your not mine to kill..." she said and turned around to leave slowly in her proud steps as some fat guy in a hood walked in briskly, took the gun from Rachael Roux and pointed it at Chad. "you think you are smart right?" he said and unveiled himself, it was Mac Donald! Himself!!

They slept badly for an honest hour—too happy for efficiency—and then slept well because the city had learned to rely on them, which is a burden made easier when you’ve set rules you can perform lying down. At dawn, the Mutual became real by the simple expedient of existing in a kitchen. Minta thumped a ledger on the table and tied a spoon to a nail on the wall. “You donate,” she said. “We print names. You ask; we print names. We embarrass. No carpets. If men with rings contribute, they may knead dough while we count.”

“For real, man. Zeda, remind me to open a restaurant for you after this.” She chuckled and grinned widely, genuinely relieved that they liked it. “Really?” Murphy called from the couch. “I heard tasty foods are only made by tasty girls.” Zeda threw him a glare before heading to the kitchen to get his own dish. “Wow, not bad at all,” he said, tasting the stir-fry. “Do you offer a happy ending too?” “You’re crazy, dude,” Brad chuckled, still playing. “She’s Torvin’s girl.” Murphy laughed. “I don’t think he’ll bother if we share. After all, she won’t be the first.”

My frustration and inability to communicate effectively welled up inside me. Vivian, sensing my distress, stepped in to help. "Beta Liu, Aurelia prepared some food for Alpha Dante, and he tasted it. Shortly after that, he started coughing. We rushed him to the hospital immediately." Beta Liu looked taken aback by the explanation. "Food? Did something go wrong with the food? Aurelia, did you notice anything strange about the ingredients?" he inquired, searching for any clues that could explain what had happened.

"Oh my god!" "You weren't answering earlier. That’s why I need to call your attention. We need to sort things out." He took the plastic bag and then put it on the table. It’s a typical congee and a cup of coffee. I’m not a morning person, but my mouth is watering from the steamy smell of the food and the sweet chocolat—y aroma of the coffee. I was slurping from the bowl of congee when I was distracted by his stares. I realized that I didn’t wash my face or check if I had dirt on my face. Unconsciously, I put my hands on my right cheek and smiled shyly at him.