Resident Evil 7 Dinner Novels & Stories

I stared at the letter. Family dinner. Mandatory. Everyone there. Mother never called these unless she was planning something. The last time . Nero's second bride was found dead. Family dinners meant schemes. Meant danger. Meant someone was making a move. And with everything happening. The creatures. The Chimera. Remi. Tonight was going to be chaos. "What is it?" Damon asked. "Family dinner. Tonight. Mother's orders." "That sounds. Ominous." "It is. Mother only does this when she's planning something big."

One even had a chicken wing halfway to his mouth, eyes wide. “What?” I snapped. “Never seen a girl with blood on her dress before?” “You’re dripping on the floor,” Lorenzo said, still standing at the end of the table like some Mafia boss who was two seconds from flipping a table. “Yeah, well, maybe don’t schedule family dinner at 10 pm in the night. People bleed at night.” Marcus came up beside me as I reached the table. The food looked delicious, I won’t lie—chicken parmesan, roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, meatballs, that spicy rice thing the cook always makes too hot. My stomach growled like a wild animal.

AUTHOR The clatter of silverware was muted by the soft harp music drifting in from the adjoining hall. The dining room of the Valewind’s high tower flickered with golden torchlight, its velvet drapes drawn tight against the night’s chill. The table was laden with roasted duck, honeyed root vegetables, and wine as dark as dried blood. But Selene barely tasted any of it. Selene Valewind Stormrider had decided to have dinner with her parents tonight. Her husband, the alpha king, didn’t seem to care much for her recently, and it would have bruised her ego to be snubbed at the dinner table in front of the servants.

Kira said, already on her feet to help set the table. Kate smiled brightly as she pointed out, “Can you believe? With all we have been through, we still have an appetite for food!” I gave a soft chuckle. “Maybe we've all gone insane.” All of us gave in to our appetites, seizing the food as a distraction from the impending doom. Kate had just grabbed a chicken thigh between her teeth and was groaning in satisfaction. “Oh, God, that's good.” Kira said with a wicked grin. “It's the kind of dinner that you'd remember in the good times-well, at least until your flying serpent comes for your face.”

“She didn’t even try to argue. Just sat there, blank. She knows it’s over.” Sarah nodded. “Good.” But even as the sun set on Katrina’s reign of chaos, another question lingered in the back of Sarah’s mind. What now? That evening, Damon invited everyone to dinner. Not at a restaurant. Not at a high-profile venue. At the penthouse. The long table was filled with warmth—chicken roast, pasta, salad, laughter. Lucas recounted a story about Damon crashing a golf cart in his early twenties. Lou nearly choked on wine when Sarah mentioned Damon trying to cook eggs once and setting off the fire alarm.

She helped herself to the food before the official party and finished her first plate of fried rice as the blind assassin talked. “Until the next event, there will be no changes. Continue to keep an eye on those rats and listen to the rumours. We want to know who Carnage will be contacting. As for the dungeon dives, your party can continue at your own pace without regard for Prayer. Those who don’t work don’t deserve to eat, but not until all members of Godly Food are in the vanguard.” A glint appeared in Charlie’s eyes as Remi thanked Liu Feng. They left as suddenly as they appeared, and Zen raised a brow. He was about to offer them a cup of tea, and honestly, there was enough food for them

Eli dropped to his knees, lapping his own load off the wood like a desperate pup, ass clenching the toy tight, every wiggle sending aftershocks through his guts. Night dropped heavy and hungry, the air thick with anticipation. Zeke called everyone in with a single text blast. Noni woke fresh from his nap, eyes sleepy but cock already twitching at the summons. Damien and Delilah limped home, plugs still humming low in their holes, clothes hung disheveled from a day of office edging, stains faint but telling. Dinner hit as ritual, steaks cooked rare and bloody, wine poured free and fast. Zeke's cock stayed out under the table, thick and semi hard for random sucks, whoever's turn it was droppin

The entire ride was going to have a concluding eerie silence until Eva popped up and said, "will you come back to the office tonight?", Eva asked Damon. "no", Damonn replied. It was a one word answer and nothing above it. There was no conversation that followed. They went back home and the dining table was set. Damon went to wash up while Eva's stomach was grumping with hunger. However, Eva decided to follow the ugly protocols and went to the bathroom attached on the ground floor itself. Eva washed up and when she came back, Damon was already sitting on the table eating his grass dinner. I rushed on the table and teh moment I sat, the butler walked near Eva and bowed his head down and asked,

How could I say no? “Okay, fine. Your super Angel can come,” I relented. “Yes!! Yeah!! Thanks, Mama!” Eva squealed happily, running upstairs on tiny feet. I knew my decision was too prompt, but Eva was happy. Besides, he could do no harm…we’d be present. *********************** The mouthwatering aroma coming from the dining room was heavenly. The dining table was set with savory roasted chicken, crisp salad toppings, mashed potatoes, pasta, and a sweet dessert to complement the meal.

The time had come to return to the bunker, however, so Aislen had to get her head around the fact that she and her men were leaving the safety of their home and facing the dangers of the Van Helsings and zombies once again. She wheeled the suitcase out into the hallway and sniffed the air, her depression lifting at the scent of pancakes. “Yes!” She said gleefully, abandoning the suitcase in pursuit of filling her stomach. There were advantages to being the only one needing to eat in that the service was five-star. Heath set the table, complete with napkins, whilst Rhett manned the coffee machine, Cameron the stove, and Talen entered from the balcony carrying freshly cut roses and herbs for t