Resident Evil 7 Dinner Novels & Stories

I shut my eyes in frustration, took a deep breath, and turned to face her. “Who the fuck gave you the right to touch me? Are you obsessed with death?” She froze and instantly let go, her eyes darting around the room. I noticed the others were already heading upstairs. “Asher,” I called. He stopped. I walked closer and whispered, “Keep your imposter mate in check.” Asher sighed and tapped my shoulder lightly before walking back toward her. Without sparing them another glance, I followed the others into the private room. The long table was filled with different Bloodnight cuisines. According to Azriel, Alessia had enjoyed the food during their date, so he decided to arrange the same dishes for

“Come. Have dinner with me. There’s enough to feed an army.” She approached slowly, cautiously, and sat still on edge. She glanced over the food. It looked delicious, exquisite even, but suddenly the scent of it made her stomach tight with suspicion. Her thoughts swirled with fear. Was this a trap? Was he trying to poison her? Was he really a vampire? Valerius raised an eyebrow, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Why do you inspect the table as if it’s cursed?” he teased. “It’s just dinner, Chloe. Are you on some weight loss mission or something?”

Eliyah was clearly not one of those things. So here we were— Dimitri, Mikhail, Vladimir, Sofiya, Eliyah, Tessa, Jessica, Rhazien, Jester, Marc, Ezra, Javier, King Josias, Ava and I having dinner in the living room. I had Ava on my lap to 'save space'. Not that she was complaining.

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.

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 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,

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

"Testimonial from the restaurant's waitress. She overheard you on the phone with Shawn. 'Someone's going to kill you first if I don't, you vile scum!' Did that happen? Who's the one who helped you?" I let out a defeated laugh. "That's why you called me over in the dead of the night? He made me pay nearly 4,000 dollars when he knew I was broke! You'd want him dead after that, too!" Felix grunted and put the testimonial aside before focusing his attention on me again. This time, he sounded more serious. "We found a backup phone at Shawn's place. There's a record of a call at 11:30 last night.