Please Don T Eat Me Novels & Stories

"Good, what do you want to eat? I'll cook for you. You're stupid, don't you realize that it's bad to eat a raw food?" ""W-what?""

“Eat it or don’t. Just don’t die and blame our Alpha.” I was stunned as I watched her leave, the scattered meal serving as a stark reminder of my fallen status.

Richard asked. "Sure, it's perfect." "Please resist the urge to eat tomorrow. We can't let the dream slide like that. We need to pray." "Yeah, I won't."

The heavy front door finally swung open. James, curled up against the wall, scrambled to his feet, weak from days of not eating or drinking. It took several wobbly steps before he could brace himself against the wall, eyes fixed on the figure emerging from the room. Peter regarded him calmly, as if he were a stranger. James’s heart skipped at the sight. When Peter extended a stack of documents toward him, a bad feeling overcame him, and he instinctively took several steps back.

"You're right. I'm not eating because I don't trust any of you. Not because I think I'm important enough to poison." I let my gaze sweep across the table, taking in each hostile face. "I don't eat because I've learned that snakes don't always use venom. Sometimes they just enjoy watching their prey starve while pretending to offer hospitality!!"

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I decided to let it out before I broke down. "So, is there any specific detail I need to be aware of as we head out?" He nodded grimly. “One. Don't touch any food. Two. Reject any offer to eat, and accept just a glass of drink.Three. Make sure you don't eat. Four…” "Mich! Are you crazy?!” "What? What did you just call me?” "Monte!’ I fired rashly. "I mean, Mr. Monte…” I slowed down with a deep tired sigh. "I'm sorry.” I stared down at my chapped nails.

“Why didn't you say so earlier? Goddess, I'm sorry... I somehow... I forgot that…” He laughed, rising to sit and pulling me into a tight embrace. “You don't need to apologize for anything or to anyone. You went through hells and returned. I would never force you to do anything you're not comfortable with.” I shook my head. “You don't understand. I want to meet them. I-I think I should meet them, right?” A soft smile appeared. “Just remember that if you find any of them irritating, you may as well kick them out of Caesusville.”

I couldn't resist joining in, clapping and chanting, "Kiss her! Marry her!" Chris turned to look at me, his face a picture of shock. "Fiora, have you lost your mind? I'm your mate!"

ME: Your dad’s not gonna be home either. ME: So dinner’s on us. AUGUST: Us? You mean me. ME: Fine. You. ME: Just grab something on your way back. AUGUST: What do you want? ME: Anything. I’m starving. AUGUST: Careful. That sounds like you’d eat me too. ME: 🤦🏽‍♀️ Just bring food, clown. AUGUST: Pizza and shakes? ME: Perfect. Don’t be late.