Mythos Restaurant Novels & Stories

As he had mentioned, Stefan "kidnapped" his secretary to have dinner with him that night. Despite her reluctance to accompany him, they picked up Adri from Kaia's apartment, and the three of them headed downtown where they entered a restaurant called 'La Mafia se sienta a la mesa'. It was a new themed restaurant in Seattle. In the heart of the city, families, couples, or friends could enjoy Italian-Mediterranean cuisine that surprised with its flavors, quality, and presentation, in a luxurious setting reminiscent of the best Scorsese, Al Pacino, De Niro, and Coppola movies.

I told her and went to join my friends. “Hey guys. How is everyone doing?” I asked the group in general. “We were just waiting for you so we can decide on what our plans for the weekend are going to be,” Charity replied on behalf of the group. “Whatever we do, the plans have to include Maisey and Gideon, because they are coming home with her,” I reminded them. “I say we take her to Au-delà de la Saveur, it’s a super nice French restaurant. My parents and I went a few weeks ago, it’s in the neutral territory,” Jonas said.

“Ten minutes, or Cassie and I will be seated on the beach front sipping mimosas and eating grapes fed to us by handsome strangers, all paid for by you two.” Vasilios looked at her, obviously uncertain if she was telling the truth, before Luca grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the showers. Eight minutes later, we were being handed into Vasilios’s BMW and driven to an exclusive restaurant on the tourist side of Poros. “This is new,” I commented as Vasilios took my hand in his own. The restaurant was built in the ancient Greek style, with grecian columns and statues replicating fine works of art. Vines ran up the side of the restaurant and clung to the white plaster.

Maya's POV Damon's idea of "no council, no Elias, no ancient prophecies" turned out to mean an actual restaurant — small, candlelit, tucked into a corner of the city I hadn't even known existed, the kind of place with exactly twelve tables and a maître d' who clearly knew Damon by name. "You brought me somewhere with cloth napkins," I said, settling into my seat. "I'm suspicious." "Suspicious of what, exactly?"

Then, they headed to Le Chronos for the celebratory banquet to treat all the employees that evening. Le Chronos was one of the most exclusive restaurants in the Thornridge Pack, renowned for its exorbitant prices and rare ingredients. A single meal there cost almost an average family’s annual expenditure. Damian, driven by a desire to outdo Lila, had instructed his assistant to reserve this venue after learning that Lila had treated the entire company to lunch on her departure day. He absolutely had to surpass Lila! That man was surely just another trick Lila was using to provoke Damian and seek attention!

Grace and Chloe giggled, I smiled, and Ella looked like she was smelling something that had been in the fridge for too long. “I remember the first time Mommy let me pick a restaurant,” Chloe said with a smile. “McDonald’s?” Ella asked. Chloe frowned and turned away from her to tell Mr. Cavendish, “It was the Moon Hunt Café. Have you been there?” “I have not,” he said. “You’ve missed out. They have over twenty varieties of mushrooms and all sorts of biolum, um.” She looked at me. “Bioluminescent,” I supplied. “Yeah, so the food glows. It’s really cool.”

“We’ll wait here with her.” “I’m on my way.” Adrian ended the call immediately. “Harris,” he barked sharply. “Get the car. Now.” Harris moved instantly, sensing that Adrian’s already volatile mood had shifted into something even worse. Moonlit Haven was one of the most exclusive private dining establishments in Althea. Known for its luxurious atmosphere and world-class cuisine, the restaurant catered almost exclusively to wealthy elites and influential families. Ornate wooden screens separated each table while soft golden lighting reflected beautifully against crystal chandeliers hanging overhead.

His olive skin glows under the warm sunlight and his strong jawline speaks of determination and resilience. “Where are we headed Nickolas?” “I told you over the phone, panemorfi. I made a reservation for us at Mavro, it’s one of the finest restaurants around.” My face falls at his words. I am not dressed for fine dining. “I thought we were just going to grab lunch. Mavro sounds like a fancy place.” “It is a fancy place, befitting a beautiful woman like you.” “I’m not dressed for it.” He flashes a mega-watt smile at me.

she snarked at him as another chunky piece of meat went into her mouth. They were currently in Casa Noches, a high-end restaurant for the rich and famous here in Hypnosia. The place spelled opulence from its high ceilings, huge glass windows down to its round tables covered in white linen that was neatly arranged. White was the over-all color of place with gold accents, greeneries and a fresh bouquet of colorful flowers in each table completed the light, minimalist appeal of its interior. And it was quiet, like people here were not allowed to talk out loud. She almost snorted at the thought.