Novels Restaurant Novels & Stories

I was glad I was looking forward and he couldn't see me clearly, because a silly grin and a blush were coating my face. “Hey, Izzy,” Adele, the owner, called out as Noah and I walked into the small restaurant. I waved a hello as the door chimed behind us and I went to claim my favorite table. The restaurant was brightly colored and decorated with pink flamingos and parrots. It screamed tourist attraction, but Adele made it homey and warm. I sat down at my favorite table by the window, and Noah followed my lead. “You've been here a few times, I take it?” he asked with a smile. I laughed.

Xandar held her close and retorted, “Babe, the name itself feels heavy. Light ones normally have only one word for their genre like mystery, romance, humour, adventure…” “What about biographies, history, literature…” Before Lucianne could list out the one-worded book genres which could arguably be considered heavy material, Xandar squeezed the flesh on her waist and made her giggle. When he was satisfied with the wide smile and red tinge on his mate’s face, he kissed her forehead and said, “Go on, pick your spot to start. We can stay here the whole day if you want. There’s a restaurant on the twenty-eighth floor. We’ll just stop for lunch up there, and you can come back down here to continue

“Kids are natural. Better than his old man in the kitchen.” Dimitri laughed, pulling out a chair for Lyra before taking Anna so she could eat. “Watch it. I still run the place.” The morning unfolded in comfortable chaos—the kind they had once only dreamed about. After breakfast, they walked to the restaurant together, Anna in a carrier against Dimitri’s chest. The sign Donnelly & Voss gleamed in the sunlight. Inside, the lunch rush was already building. Elena met them at the door, tablet in hand. “Reservations are full through next month. Critics are calling it the best comeback story in the city. Clean. Honest. Yours.”

"If he says something cruel, ignore it. If he provokes you, let me handle it." Aurora turned to face him. She thought of Victor Hale, of the King Tech building, of the card she had flushed down the toilet. "I'm sure I'll manage." The restaurant was in Midtown, a private room above a steakhouse that smelled of money and charred meat. The elevator opened into a space of dark wood and low light. A long table ran the length of the room, white cloth, crystal glasses, an

She already had a plan for tonight. Time passed quickly. Night finally arrived. Nora immediately headed to the restaurant in the southern part of the city, famous for its local specialities. However, when Nora entered, one of the waiters immediately stopped her. “Excuse me, Miss.” Nora stopped and looked at the waiter. She frowned. "Our restaurant is closed tonight, it's been booked. Are you a guest of Mr Adam? Can you show me your invitation?" The waiter's smile was friendly, but not to Nora.

I nodded with a wide smile. There is a restaurant here inside the hotel, so we ate here as well. When we entered and sat down, the waiter who assisted us handed us the menu book. My eyes almost popped out at the price of the food. Turns out this restaurant is a steakhouse. I noticed Sir Calix returning his menu book to the waiter. When the waiter looked at me, I was confused and even more unsure of what to order. “Whatever he orders, mine will be the same.” I said then also returned the menu book to the waiter.

After staying at Nevarro's estate for the past month, I had a debate about whether I should leave the estate at all. The restaurant was one of the best in the city, according to the reviews I had seen on the site. Up until now, I had tried my best to stay out of the eyes of the public, scared of what would really happen if I was found outside the estate. Alone. Rain and lunch outside. Two things to keep my mind off Matteo. The restaurant was modern, with sleek lines and minimalist decor that exuded elegance without being too showy. It was the type of place Isabella would have enjoyed.

Amos said, his voice trembling. "Mr. Solham, I have a favor to ask of you," Fabian said icily. "Just say the word! I'll do my best!" Amos said confidently. "I heard that there's a newly opened restaurant called the Royal Café. The ingredients they use there aren't very hygienic, are they?" Fabian spoke slowly.

No wonder Joselyn looked flustered when she went in just now. If it hasn’t been blocked out, the person covered in blisters now would be Chelsea. Russell suppressed the trembling in his heart and looked up at Geovanni, "How did Joselyn know that you guys were in the next room?" There were many high-end restaurants in the city, and Cheli Parlor was not the best among them. Even if it happens to be chosen in the same restaurant, with dozens of private rooms, what are the chances of selecting the one next door?

Iryna scrolled through her phone to order food at the restaurant. The restaurant had an app that displayed its menu for orders, an innovative way of eating. The restaurant itself was one of the best modern restaurants around. A VIP section of the restaurant was reserved for Iryna. The men stood around, watching with eagle eyes precision for anything suspicious that might harm their new master. She heard Lucien conversing on the phone and watched as he turned to stare at her then he turned to continue on the phone.