Resident Evil 7 Dinner Novels & Stories

_Thump. “Rule 7?” I said. “Yeah,” Alex said. Serious. 6 years old. Making rules as he goes. “Rule 7: If crew misses, crew tries again. Without guilt. Deal?” _Silence. 3:14 PM._ “Deal,” Adrian said. “Deal,” I said. *5:44 PM. [SFX: DINNER. THEN TALK. THEN LIGHT.]* Dinner table. Ivy. Isla. Pasta everywhere.

"But first, you'll all have to eat dinner." The girls continued staring. "And you'll get it after eating." "Yahhh!" the girls cried out dramatically. Moments later, the three children rushed back inside the base. ***** Not long afterward, dinner was finally ready. Under the beautiful night sky, Ivy, Darren, Arya, Lila, and Pearl sat together outside the base enjoying the meal. The roasted fish tasted delicious. The chicken was perfectly seasoned. And the sweet potatoes disappeared almost as quickly as Darren could serve them.

Elion whispered, "we're okay." Cale nodded. The apartment grew dark as the sun set. There were no lights to turn on. No TV to distract them. Just the noise of the city outside, and the silence of the room inside. Elion lit the emergency candles he had bought at the bodega. "Candlelight dinner," Elion said, putting a plate of cold bread and cheese on the table. "Just like Mira wanted." Cale took a piece of cheese. He ate it. He looked at the candle flame.

She carefully unwrapped it, placed it reverently by her bed, and eagerly lit the incense to begin her prayers. Yennifer and Moana exchanged confused looks. They were about to say something when a foul and rotting stench began to drift from the censer. Yennifer gagged. She covered her nose and started to retch. Moana had just eaten some bread, so she vomited right on the floor. Our dorm was filled with the sickening smell in seconds. My stomach churned, and I almost threw up, too. However, Sia acted as if she smelled nothing. Her eyes were closed, her hands pressed together, and she stood in front of the censer, muttering prayers. A serene smile could be seen on her face.

I was starving, so I just picked up my plate and started eating. Unexpectedly, Jenny snatched the plate from my hand, her voice sharp and piercing. "Why are you acting as if you've never eaten in ages? We haven't even split the cost of the dinner yet! Why are you eating? 326 dollars. Pay me now!" I thought I misheard her. "Did you say 326 dollars? I'm paying half by myself?" Jenny spoke as though she were utterly justified. "Yes! You're an outsider. You can't just come to our house and eat and drink for free, can you?"

When my wife, Rosalie Wood, had her first meal after she regained consciousness, the attending doctor, Ethan Joeman, took my seat. He cut the steak while he pointed at her rosy face and looked at me with open defiance. “Do you know how medical miracles happen? It is not because of your constant presence. It is because of my in‑depth treatment.” My fingers that held the knife and fork turned pale. Ethan grew even more brazen. His feet rubbed against my wife's calves under the table. “A person in a vegetative state can still feel things. Every night after you left, I did awakening therapy for her. She said her body could not move, yet the sense of being conquered made her feel as though her

He trails off. Shoot, I had been so busy that I did not even realize that it is dinner time. I guess I should go ahead and let the contractors get back to their families for the night and leave the witches to it as well. As soon as I cut everyone loose, I use my enhanced speed to run back to the packhouse. Dante already has all of the food ready and the table set when I walk in. It looks like we are having some lemon pepper chicken, garlic red skinned mashed potatoes and a side of asparagus. What a meal.

Don't be late! Helena: I'm never late. I'm a professional. Josh: That's good. Because if the schedule goes as planned... tomorrow is the kissing scene. Helena stopped typing for a moment. Josh: If you eat garlic, onions, or durian for breakfast, consider yourself a dead woman. Got it? Helena saw it and didn't respond. After finishing dinner, the house was quiet. Mateo had already been put to bed. Helena paced back and forth in the room, her cell phone in her hand with Josh's message about the “kiss” still on the screen.

An act that surprisingly sent tingles to my nipples. I finished the burger, looking in the bag to see if I could find anything without mayo or cream on it. Luckily, there was a muffin with strawberry flavoured icing on it, that won't look so much like cum. “Can we stay in the city for a few hours before leaving for GreenValley?” He asked, looking serious now. “Yeah. The dinner was scheduled for seven pm, right?” I squinted, trying to recall. “Not seven but six pm. I wonder how you memorise your lines when you are so forgetful.” He teased.

"This was a birthday present Hans gave me last year." I gripped the gunwale tightly, my nails digging into my palms. This also happened in my past life; she deliberately emphasized Hans's special treatment to her in front of everyone, while I could only force a smile like a fool. I heard my own calm voice. "How is that possible? It's just a bag; it's worth it." Winnie's expression stiffened. Just then, the barbed wire snapped with a piercing sound. "Roar!" The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up!