Salad Days Novels & Stories

“Something that is not battered and deep fat fried. A fresh garden salad with spinach and arugula and butter lettuce, bursting with crunchy vegetables.” “You had a salad yesterday.” “I had chopped iceberg lettuce with a few carrot shavings and one cherry tomato—that is not a salad. And since when is a cup of fruit cocktail topped with sliced bananas considered a side of fruit?” “Since always. I can pull over and you can forage for fresh crunchy greens in the ditch if you like.” “Oh shut up. Now who’s being mean?” He sighed. “Look, it sucks that it annoys you, but do you want to know why I need sunflower seeds when I’m on the road?”

“Let’s try to get Gilded to do the first course: cocktails and hors d’oeuvres.” “Great idea,” I said. “What do you think about asking Moonglow to provide the appetizers?” “That’s an excellent choice,” Debbie agreed as she wrote on her notepad. “Moonglow is a wonderful place.” “How can we make the salad course stand out?” I mused. “What restaurants are known for their salads?” “What about From the Garden?” Debbie suggested. “They grow their own veggies on the roof and serve them fresh in customized salads with twenty different homemade dressings.”

𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘌𝘨𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.

It could temporarily cut off our link with our wolves and block our memories. "You want to wipe out all traces of me from your mind," I said flatly. I stared at him in a daze. I could feel my wolf trembling like I was. My mate was going to devote himself to keeping another she-wolf company. "No, Melody! It's only for 21 days." Dylan tried to explain himself softly, as if he were trying to coax a pup. "When she's gone, I'll come back. We'll have the bonding ceremony, just like we planned. We're true mates. Our wolves get on so well. They're inseparable."

Everything looks too perfect and festive. "Thank you. I like my meals to be colorful and vibrant. It makes me enjoy the meal just that much more." She returned and prepared a salad with romaine lettuce and thinly sliced turkey, served with an Italian dressing. Hailey came to the table first with the salad, and Jake reached for the bowl, removing it from her hands and setting it in the center of the table.

I turned to look at him and we had a little conversation. The chritmas holidays were over and we had had ou little wedding starting the new year perfectly but now it was time to talk. "Tomorrow's the seventh day of January," I muttered. "It is. How is it already the seventh? The days are moving so fast," Min said and turned back to look at the ceiling. I moved closer to him and hugged his chest. "Min," i muttered. He looked at me for a brief second and looked back at the ceiling. "What are you plans for tomorrow?" i asked him.

In the past, Jonah would take me with him at this time. He would show me the biggest prey he hunted, and then declare our love to everyone at the dance. But this year, Jonah threw me aside for Emma. I didn't want to be sad for him anymore, so I went to the dance alone. At the dance, the bonfire was burning, and the firelight reflected on the werewolves' faces, reflecting the wildness and excitement in their eyes. The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue and the unique fishy smell of werewolves, and low wolf howls and laughter came to my ears.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

It was morning ,I could tell by the rays of sunlight that were peaking through the holes of my blanket. I didn't want to wake up. I hated mornings so much because they were those part of a new day that reminded you about your problems, hardships and pain ,literally everything you wouldn't want to think about. Whereas at night, you go to sleep and forget about all those damn things. But morning comes along and everything comes rushing back in your mind again. You are reminded of the bills that needs to be paid , your kid's school fees or a boyfriend that dumped you or your sick parent, final-exams stress ,it could be a lot. But those were probably other people's problems becauses for me, my b

Shopping with Zion felt a little like something couples do. “Where do we start?” I asked. “Veggies first. Gotta pretend we’re healthy,” Zion said, grabbing lettuce. Then he tossed in some red and yellow bell peppers. “Look—traffic light colors. Let’s make a rainbow salad.” I smirked. “As long as we don’t make Finley’s Frankenstein salad again. Ranch dressing and maple syrup don’t belong together.” “Scarred, huh?” Zion chuckled. “Alright, meat section next. Steak, turkey, beef, lamb—what’s your pick?”