Scrambled Jake's Menu Novelas e Histórias

Leilah answered. Alpha Jake smiled in his heart, he knew that Leilah will never do something like that. "Good answer, what if it's you who is caught in the act?" Alpha Jake asked. "Why will I even do something like that? This isn't a question it's a rhetorical question, I won't answer it." Leilah frowned. The Waiter brought them the menu. "What will you like to offer your highness?" The Waiter asked. "French fries with bacon and eggs." Alpha Jake answered.

he said and turned to walk to his car “Yeah, I look good but am starving" Amber said walking beside him. Jake took Amber to Henchman’s Restaurants, Jake stretched the menu to Amber “Here, see what you’ll like” he said. Amber collected the menu but looked preoccupied, an image she saw along the road while they were driving kept nagging at her, she couldn’t see the face clearly but the person looked familiar, she looked around the restaurant instead of the menu and Jake waved his hand in front of her face trying to get her attention

he replied smoothly with a mock shy look and I had to use my entire sheer will power so as to keep my smile professional as I didn't want other customers to see me strangling a fellow customer in front on them " Are you serious ?" I asked but Jacob simply cocked an eyebrow and picked up the menu, that I placed on the edge of the table and started skimming through it . Seeing his serious demeanour , I knew that the man was bent on having his lunch or whatever mid evening snack he was having , thus I took out my notepad and waited for him to actually list out all the items he wanted . " Can I get some Spaghetti with Tomato sauce and some Grilled Chicken and a Grilled Cheese Sandwich " said Jac

I was right, definitely a party boy. “Well lets not keep the good food waiting then. What would you like today,” I ask. “Pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs with a side of fruit for me please,” says Keila “And I’ll have your chicken fried steak with eggs over easy and thrown in four pieces of crispy bacon,” asks Mark. Keila then nudges him in the side with her elbow. “Please,” Mark adds.

“Fine. I’ll think about it. Yes, think. I’ll think about it.” “That’s fair enough. I only want you to do what makes you happy and if acting makes you happy, I say go for it.” “All this talking is making me hungry. You ready to make your special omelets?” “Will you make the toast?” Jake asked her. “Anything for your famous omelet. Butter or margarine?” “Butter works fine but I’d prefer yoghurt. That way I can lick it off you and want more,” Jake grinned at her.

I pulled in a seat directly opposite Damon, with Jake to my right and Selene to my left. “I had the maids prepare your favorite. Chicken stew and Rice. I didn't leave out your veggies too and your favorite fruit wine,” Jake chuckled, reaching out to get me a plate when he suddenly groaned, holding his ribs. Selene shot me a glance and I understood. “Hold on, I'll get it,” I helped, reaching for the dish. Jake nodded slightly, retreating to his seat. “Talk to him about it. Ask him how he's faring,” Tara pinched my mind.

You deserve to taste it. ”I’m full, Alpha. Thank you. Luna is a remarkable cook.” Jake smiled and stepped away, ”I’ll go check on my parents; they’re probably worried about me.” He bowed and left the apartment. ”I’d love to try your specialties myself until these three have eaten everything.” Conrad gestured at Claire, Caris, and Garret, stuffing more food portions into their mouths.

I arch a brow at him. "Okay, that's not something you use every day," he admits. "And ostrich eggs." I laugh at the incredulous expression on his face. "Alright, those last two are a problem." "So." I put an imaginary microphone to his mouth. "What are you going to make for us today, Chef Jackson?" "I will be making a goat brain pepper fry, with a fried egg and chicken scramble." "And the lemon juice?" I ask, sarcastically serious. "On the pepper fry, of course."

well, like it’s been in a wreck. “Eleven bacon quarter pounders, six large fries... what shake do you want Rose?” Jackson pauses mid order to ask. “Banana please.” I ask as I lean up against Phoenix to steal some of his warmth. “One banana shake and five vanilla. Thanks.” Jackson shouts out of his window.

"There's something I'd like to order that I don't see listed." "We can usually accommodate—" he began, professionally. "You," I said, smiling. "I'd like to order you." The professionalism flickered. His hazel eyes did a quick, involuntary sweep that he immediately corrected for, straightening up and clearing his throat, which was starting to redden. "That's not on the menu, ma'am." "Pity." I handed the menu back. "Then surprise me. What's good here?" He recovered beautifully, the smile returning with the confidence of someone back on familiar ground. "Our French fries are exceptional. Scrambled eggs if you want something lighter. Italian if you're hungry."