Naruto Owns A Restaurant Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I guess you’re fine now. We promised Yu that we will be with him during his birthday for dinner. Do you mind if we go back to Oda’s restaurant?” I nod, meekly. I am craving for Asian food, after all. <<<>>> After we had reached to the restaurant, Luca had a call and he apologized with a pat on my head (which I noticed he seems to enjoy) that he had to go to the office for urgent matters and he will bring Yu with him once he comes back. I don’t mind, actually. It is the perfect time to give Gene a call. “Oh, hi missy! Or should I call you, Nina now, right?” The Japanese owner comes out from the kitchen with bowls of noodles.

said Liana. Nova's forehead creased, confused. "How do you know?" asked Nova. "Naruto, you love Naruto anime." Liana giggled, the answer is very easy, but the guess is right. "Give it a try, Director." Liana invites Nova to eat first after the ramen arrives. "I'm not going to eat ramen in a dirty and disgusting place," said Nova. Nova didn't want to see the ramen that was already on the table. "I will go, Lian."

I say in a bored tone. “Isn’t RM the hottest guy out of all of them. He’s not this way about him I can’t help but fall for his charms.” She says with hearts in her eyes. I walk away without saying anything. She’s working on my God damn nerves. I press play on my anime and block her out. I don’t care if I’m watching filler episodes. This is still Naruto. Tia comes and sits beside me. She grabs a hot wing from my bowl and eats it without saying a word. She knows better.

You must thank us for our kindness to take care of you, feed you and give you a place to stay. Nicko wants to protrest for all the things he said. What kind of meals on his mind? A left over? Or a plain bread? He has to do a part time job on a restaurant as a dishwasher or mow the lawn from a rich family's garden. Fo all those things to buy nutrisious meals.

I tell him as he drives us to the restaurant. “Like no other? So he makes you happier than I do?” he fakes sounding hurt, making me laugh. “Don’t worry, you’re his runner-up,” I smirk. “I’m honoured.” I catch him rolling his eyes at me. “Fine,” I dramatically sigh and lean over to kiss his cheek, “you and him share the same place.” “I can take that,” he grins. We reach the restaurant and being the gentleman he is, Nathan opens my door. Astonishment strikes me when I step inside the restaurant because I discover that Nathan has booked the whole place for us.

I promise as she slides off my lap. I open the door, helping her out as I nod to the driver and move towards the entrance of the restaurant. It is a small Italian restaurant owned by a Pack member. I like to support our Pack members in whatever business venues they embark on. As we stand there waiting to be seated, I hear the door open.

Nobody smiled. Dawn looked out for the street sign. There was one famous sushi restaurant that never changed. It was one of Dawn and Jericho’s favourite places to eat at. The owner was the head chef with a rather terrible temper. However, he was great with his hands and generous with his portions despite his foul mouth.

I watched her walk out of the restaurant and talk to someone on the phone. “She’s pretty.” I looked at the old lady, Nina, the owner of the restaurant. “Yes.” “You’ve never brought a girl here.” She smiled at me. “Is she your lady?” I looked at her silhouette from the glass door and nodded. “Yeah, well. I’m trying.” Nina patted my shoulder. “Go talk to her. She looks like she needs someone, son.” I stood up and smiled at her, picking our empty plates. Summer had devoured the ziti as if it was her last meal.

I laugh, feeling self-conscious because I look like utter crap. Nero holds up a bag and I see it has his restaurant name on it. “Thought you would want something to eat.” “You didn’t have to.” Nero enters my home, looking like a giant once again as he makes himself at home. I close the door behind me as Nero walks into the kitchen and begins taking out the plates from the cupboard. “Feeding me two nights in a row.” I laugh as I join him, watching as he plates up the food. “People are going to talk.”

Nothing about him excites me enough to want to spend time with him. A devious thought crawls into my mind and I smile even wider; “No, I don’t mind. I’d like us to talk.” My chest constricts with guilt at the twinkle of excitement in his eyes. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and stretches it towards me; “My name is Hinata. Can I have your number?” I can feel the full weight of Bhyron’s stare on me now. He’s no longer concerned with being discreet. My blood pressure jumps with excitement.