Sans X Ketchup Novels & Stories

"If Mr. Zane can't handle spice, go with a milder soup then." A man often took 'No' or 'Can't' badly, and Xander was no exception. "I'll eat whatever you people are eating."

“Mommy is so stupid. The old man is the old man, with white hair, glasses, and a long white beard.” A KFC store was just across the street. Summer ordered French fries, a pair of chicken wings, juice, and a burger. Charlotte likes French fries with ketchup. Every time she went to KFC, she would eat two packets of them and nothing else. Tearing open a packet of ketchup and handing it to Charlotte, Summer looked on as she ate happily. The stains of ketchup on her cheeks made her look both funny and adorable. While eating the burger, Summer wiped the ketchup off Charlotte’s face with a napkin.

"It's ketchup, not blood, stupid." He said and closed the door. Huh? What? Ketchup? I am aware of the distinction between ketchup and blood. He even referred to me as an idiot; tsk! I returned to my bedroom and laid down, feeling annoyed. I want to punch his behind! I appreciate your patience with me for so long. _ I got up early to prepare breakfast and start cleaning up, but as I got to the kitchen, I noticed Sir Xander already there. I observed it with an eyebrow raised.

Shane’s POV I finish the burgers first, making sure the cheese melts just right over the patties, then I drop the fries into the deep fryer. They don’t take long. Once they float, I shake them off, hit them with seasoning salt, not regular salt, seasoning salt, because that makes all the difference. I pull out the ketchup and the mayo and mix them together in a small bowl for Sophie. She’s been hooked on that combo ever since I took them to a co-worker's backyard party in Skokie.

​He crashed his lips onto mine. ​It wasn't a kiss of comfort. It was a weaponized collision of two souls that had been starved for a millennium. The "Sexual Tension" we had been bottling up in that penthouse exploded. ​The "Sin-Eater" shrieked. ​The grey mist he was weaving turned into a blinding, incandescent violet. The air in the server room began to crackle with ozone as the "Forbidden Touch" surged through our bonded skin. It wasn't the weight of the past that hit Kaelen now—it was the raw, unadulterated fire of the Tenth Life’s craving.

I took the drink from him, loving the fruity fragrance it had. “There might be someone who wouldn’t appreciate such forlorn gestures.” He placed his hands dramatically on his chest. “Oh, you wound me señorita.” He said with a wink. I laughed softly. “No-one can stop being enchanted with me. There is just something about me,” he boasted. “Something like the ketchup up on your lips?” “Where?” He asked affronted. I took a sip of my drink. “It’s not alcohol, right?” He smirked. “Show me where the ketchup is first,” he said levelly.

“Should I let you win the next one? You look like you’re about to cry.” “Keep talking, Baxter. I’ll smoke you at the next game too.” He grinned. “That’s the spirit.” ~ By the time Xane dragged me into a retro diner, the sun was already setting. He ordered a double cheeseburger with extra everything and didn’t even wait for it to cool before shoving half of it into his mouth. “You’re gonna choke one day,” I told him, stabbing at my fries. He mumbled something that sounded like “worth it.” Grease was already shining on his lips. Perfect timing, Lucas. Ruin the mood now.

Noodles, chips, and all the sorts of snacks one could imagine and crave to eat endlessly as a teenager were now filling the kitchen cabinets as if it were the most common thing in the world. “Try to stay away a couple of years from home, and your Mother might do it for you as well. Although, your place was always full with all the chocolate brands you love in the whole world.” It was a very silly chat, but it was what I needed right now and I loved how Clarissa could easily put a smile back on my face with that… Yes, a good laugh with an old friend was the perfect medication as I looked down at my cereal before I got up to pick another bowl of it, forgetting all about Ryan and how I would me

She snapped. "I asked if I should call the doctor but—" "I don't want a doctor!" She half yelled. "I don't need a doctor Xavier, I just want to be left alone." Xavier sighed deeply. "What about food? What will you eat? Don't you want the pizza anymore?" "No I don't, just make me some soup." "What!" Xavier yelled. Scarlett glared dangerously at him, she choose to ignore him and then she laid down back. Xavier shook his head. "Fine, I'll make you your soup." He said before storming out of the room.