Resident Evil 7 Dinner Novels & Stories

“All of it. With all of you. No secrets. No hiding. If we’re going to use this, if we’re going to end her game, we do it with our eyes open.” Maria nodded slowly. “Are you sure about this? Do you want to watch it with all of us?” “Yes, I mean it's no longer news I've fucked everyone in the room.” Lila swallowed hard but didn’t look away. Victor took my hand and squeezed once. “Then we do it tonight. After dinner. When everyone gathers together.” The day passed in slow motion, I kept checking time, itching to know what was in that drive.” We cooked real food instead of just survival rations…grilled snapper with mango salsa, coconut rice, plantains caramelized in brown sugar. Lila set the tabl

The pink nightgown, now adorning her, served as a silent witness to the unfolding chapters of her life entangled with the werewolf world. As the clock approached 7:00 PM, Irene made her way to the dining room, where an intricately set table awaited her. The room exuded a quiet elegance, and Irene took a seat, anticipating the evening that lay ahead. Little did she know that the night held not only the promise of dinner but the revelation of secrets and the unfurling of a destiny she was yet to comprehend.

She sighs in defeat. “Sundown, so in a few hours,” I say, climbing into the top bunk. I lay down with my eyes closed for a while before Diana speaks again. “What time is dinner?” she asks. I laugh a little. “Dinner is at sundown as well, you can get anything you want, the chefs here are amazing,” I tell her, rolling over so that I can peer down at her. She is staring up at me, a small smile on her face. “Good, I’m tired of the poor excuse for food they gave us at Rehab,” she says, her nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Can we change the subject? I've got a bit of a headache." "I agree," Ken laughed. "No more werewolf talk." We got home and were greeted by the aroma of a good dinner. The housekeeper had already set plates of grilled chicken thighs resting on top of creamy tomato basil spinach sauce and garlic-roasted potatoes on the side. The aroma of the sauce was so good that my mouth watered. We gathered to eat, and I enjoyed the buttery potatoes and how they were fluffy and light in my mouth. Elen, as usual, fought with his nanny when she forced him to eat some zucchini, while Ken brought us a bottle of aged red wine.

“I want to hear about you, Thena. Tell me what brought you and my old friend together?” Richard shot me a furtive glance. The less I told Natasha, the better. I briefly explained the case of Richard’s murdered assistant, how he was cleared of any suspicion, and soon it was time for our meal. We ate dinner in the dining room, a meal of blood orange salad vinaigrette, juicy Cornish game hens, and roasted baby carrots. The stilted discussion moved between travel and politics. I shared some of my adventures, without discussing my addiction to dangerous tombstoning.

Alsie POV- The seven of us retired for the evening to our home. I was thankful to be away from the Pack Center. As much as I love our upstairs space at the Pack Center. I much prefer our home. When we arrived home Natalie and Julia had a wonderful dinner laid out for us. Prime Rib, mashed potatoes with beef gravy, roasted veggies, and freshly made dinner rolls. The seven of us were quiet during dinner, all you could hear was silverware clanking on plates and water glasses being set down on the table. After dinner Julia dished us dessert, cookies and cream brownie sundaes.

**That Evening – The Dorm** Dinner in the vast oak-beamed hall was its own special kind of torture, the kind that clawed at every heightened sense the bond had sharpened in me overnight. Long trestle tables groaned under platters of roasted spiced chicken glistening with herbs, buttered root vegetables steaming in earthen bowls, and fresh-baked rye bread still warm from the ovens—the scents thick and savory, normally comforting but tonight clashing violently with the rose-pine-iron cocktail bleeding from my skin despite two fresh applications of Lila’s strongest blockers.

And as Calvin wanted, she had to be as careful as possible in questioning each witness. "Eight o'clock. They usually eat dinner for about an hour. I won't be going into the house until after eight o'clock to clean up the leftovers from dinner." "Then when Gabe finds the Duffal family's corpses, what are you doing?" "I was eating risotto made by Mrs. Amanda when Gabe suddenly screamed hysterically in the main house and interrupted everyone who had just started eating their risotto."

4 Damien’s POV. Vivian’s call came at 5:58 p.m. “Emergency dinner with the board,” she said, already breathless with apology and logistics. “There’s pasta, there’s chicken, there’s salad. Don’t let Lila live on sugar.” “I’ll make sure she eats,” I said. “Thank you. You’re a lifesaver.” The door closed. Her perfume lingered like a polite lie. I stood in the kitchen, listening to the quiet tick of the wall clock and the pool filter humming outside. A normal evening. It would have been, if normal applied to this house anymore.

“You won’t. We’re stronger together, Zane. And she can’t take that away.” --- A Quiet Dinner Later that evening, the team decided to share a rare meal together, the dining table filled with takeout containers and a surprising amount of laughter. Reese opened a bottle of wine, pouring glasses for everyone except Maya, who raised her glass of sparkling water in mock protest. “To surviving another day,” Reese said, raising her glass. “And to ending this madness soon,” Alex added, clinking his glass against hers. Camilla held up a spring roll, grinning. “And to me for hacking my way into Helena’s files.”