Resident Evil 7 Dinner Novels & Stories

Then, she gestured at the amulet around my neck and said, "That's good. It's effective to a certain level. Keep it on." Time slowly ticked by. It was deathly quiet in the house, and the summer heat was swelteringly hot. Around midnight, all of the lights went out in the house. "Mabel" was here. The door was slowly pushed open with a loud creak. "Honey?" the demon called out to me. "I've been looking everywhere for you." She then stiffly began walking toward us, her joints creaking loudly in the living room. I held my breath and began chanting the incantation under my breath.

I head to the microwave I pull out my plate, unwrapping it I saw it was a turkey leg, with mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. Dinner was a few hours ago, the food is still warm I’m thankful for this, I went in the refrigerator and grab me a can of soda. I closed it enter the dinning hall where it was dark, and no one was around, I turn on the light and sat at one table and eat. When I finished, I picked up my trash and threw it away. “Maiden” I heard Villain calling my name. “Yes Buddy?” “I want to go for a run.”

"Good evening, Your majesty. Mr. Moroz requests for your presence downstairs for dinner." Dinner. At this hour? My stomach chose that exact moment to growl loudly in betrayal. "Lets go," I said, tossing the towel to the side as I followed her out of the door. My hair was still damp but I didn't care. The smell hit me before I even reached the dining room. Fast food. Real, greasy, glorious fast food. Burgers, fries, pizza, milkshakes — things I hadn't tasted in months. Since I had woken up in Valancia's body, I hadn't had the chance to relax and even eat any of this.

So, she took a bow and hurried out. The scent of roast chicken and potatoes made my mouth water, and I wasted no time. I moved the tray towards the seat and invited the Wilson siblings to join me. Everyone declined, except Jessi. And in no time, we finished the dinner of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and gravy. I patted my full stomach as I relaxed back, now noticing that a certain pair of eyes had been watching me intently. devouring me with his eyes. "Ewww! Richard! I can hear your thoughts. You are so disgusting. How can you think of doing such things to her in our presence?" Jesse called out in a teasing voice.

Several flashes of lightning shined through the windows. “So, Victor, what’s on the dinner menu this evening?” Lexi asked. “Tomato soup as an appetizer and stuffed chicken breast with asparagus for the main course,” he said proudly. “That sounds terrific,” Lexi said with a smile. “What’s for dessert?” “Oh, I like to keep dessert as a surprise.” “Oh God, I guess Brock’s severed hand will be under the silver cover this time,” she quipped. Victor let a low chuckle. “No, Ms. Brown. It will be food this time….as far as I know.”

Maybe she's just what you need. Professor Doyle made a dinner of stew and potatoes. The stew burned to the bottom of the pot and tasted mostly like charcoal. The potatoes were so lumpy they could spell DON'T EAT ME in braille. The team ate in silence, although it was clear on their faces that this was the kind of meal I could look forward to while I was there. After dinner, Frances delivered drinks from the fridge and each person settled into their own activities. I hoped this was my chance to talk to Pietra and apologize for disturbing her, but just as I was about to move, Ruth sat down next to me and shoved a beer under my nose.

That day, Mom and Dad made dinner and went to knock on Talia's door again. "Talia, please open the door. Eat something. If you keep going like this without food or water, your body is going to give out. Tommy wouldn't want to see you like this." Dad's voice was pleading. The room stayed silent. Mom sighed and pushed against the door, only to find it was not locked. She pushed it open and stepped inside. The curtains were drawn tight, blocking out every trace of light. The air was thick with a stale, heavy smell of dust and smoke.

the butler announced. Dinner was turkey with curry sauce and mashed potatoes. The dining room was filled with the same people as usual: Kaelor, Sabriel, Virelle, Mae, James, and me. We all ate to our satisfaction. On the surface, dinner was peaceful. But nothing in that room felt truly peaceful. Sabriel kept smiling into her glass. Virelle barely touched her food. Kaelor spoke only when Mae asked him something, and James kept watching everyone like he was waiting for one of us to bleed first.

I squeaked, fucking squeaked, my hands scrabbling at his flannel, nails digging into muscle, but he just smacked my ass hard, CRACK, the sting blooming hot and red. “Quiet, Ava. Disobedient girls don’t get served.” The dining room was a perverted place now. The air was thick with sex, musk, sweat, cum, pussy, mixing with the cinnamon and sage until I couldn’t tell where dinner ended and depravity began. Mom was on her knees in front of Eli, sundress straps fallen, her massive tits spilling out, nipples hard as fucking diamonds. Her mouth was stretched obscene around his monster cock, ten inches of thick, veiny, angry purple meat, glurk-glurk-glurk, wet, sloppy, her throat bulging with every

Platters of venison, roasted meat, salmon, tomato peas and rice, pastries for dessert filled the table. As they delved in, they began to converse, and laughed over silly stuffs Zing said, despite the fact that Grey and Maya's heart were heavy with thoughts about the apocalypse. Every moment they spent, brought them closer to the apocalypse. Just then, Vivian walked in, joining them at the table. Silence immediately fell and she stared at them. "Keep talking, you all. Pretend like I am not even here," she said to them as she sliced a piece of meat and forked it into her mouth. "I will not disrupt you all," she added, after she finished chewing the food In her mouth.