Salad Days Season 2 Novels & Stories

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.

“The secret’s in the marinade. A mix of rosemary, thyme, and a touch of lemon.” Meera inhales deeply. “It smells amazing, Rose. Sorry, Nat. We’re ditching the diet chart for this week.” “Of course,” I say. Rose disappears back into the kitchen for a moment before returning with a large bowl of creamy mashed potatoes. “And here we have some good old-fashioned mashed potatoes,” she says, placing it beside the chicken. Next, Rose brings out a vibrant salad, a mix of fresh greens, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, and a sprinkle of feta cheese. “A light garden salad to balance things out,” she explains. “The dressing is a simple vinaigrette—olive oil, balsamic, and a hint of Dijon mustard.”

Her nemesis ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 (Meanness lies with us 🔪😈) Season 2 Episode 7 (Threat) #Cheryl It a start of a new week, a new day, and the best as I hope it’d be.

It’s a surprise she stuck this long to him, but at least now we all know that she’s trying to leave him. She won’t ask us for help, and we won’t ask because the last thing we want is for her to feel crowded, uncomfortable and watched. Zayden, surprisingly good with the vegetables tonight, prepares a fresh garden salad with cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, and a light vinaigrette, grinning proudly when I tease him about not burning anything.

I still felt fat. I went downstairs and joined Seline in the kitchen. She was my best friend and our bond is only growing with every day, Although She is sad because Leo hasn't made an appearance ever since their time together. But I believe He and Alastair are working to find the culprits. She smiled and handed me a plate of pancakes. "Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling today?" she asked. "I'm feeling fat," I said, taking the plate and sitting at the table.

“So I can back late as well, so go change up and join me in the kitchen, let me gist you about my day while we cook.” Bisola nod her head, she picked up her bag and her stiletto, then she walked towards her room, she take off her jacket and blue skirt, she finally changed to an oversized polo shirt, she waltz back into the sitting room and then into the kitchen, she found Tolani also busy with one thing or the other. Bisola smiled first, though she and Tolani do have their differences, but Tolani was a friend that she can trust to always watched her back during troubled days, and she had been doing that always. Tolani turned back and noticed Bisola lost in her thought, she called her and Bis

“Zelda, why don’t we do that?” “Because we’re trying to save Uquix from my ex. If we live, we’ll have parties every two weeks also.” I informed him. “Holding you to that.” Posy laughed. “It is time for the next course.” Szan announced. The next course was kind of like salad. Very green with bright colored vegetables and peppers. It also tasted amazing. I could stay here forever and just eat. Suddenly all the hard work it took to get here was completely worth it.

"Well, I walked into the dealership, envelope of cash, pointed at a car and they gave it to me. Well below asking price I might add." I roll my eyes, "yeah ok, like I believe that." He smirks, "it's all true." The waitress comes back with the first course and puts two salads on the table with a glass bottle of what looked like oil. "Chefs house salad with raspberry vinaigrette, enjoy." She leaves and start on the salad but lettuce isn't my favorite so I pass it off on James after a few bites. Watching him eat was oddly satisfying. The way his jaw flexed, how is adams apple bobbed when he swallowed. Made me wish I was that salad.

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?”

He gazes back at me with wide, innocent eyes. “Yes, you can.” Shaking my head since I should’ve expected that from an alpha, I point at a high stool on the other side of the kitchen island. “Sit. We can have the salad while I put the pasta on to boil.” Jackson sits. “And if I don’t like salad?” I pull the bowl of salad from the refrigerator I made earlier with pieces of chargrilled chicken, bacon, parmesan, and a lemon and garlic vinaigrette. “I didn’t ask you if you liked it.”