Soul Food Fantasy Novels & Stories

Jayden kissed my forehead and took me into the kitchen where his dad was also visible on the sofa, Dillan and Craig at the pool table and we both stood at the open kitchenette. He gave me something to drink and we thought about what we could eat with the others, but I could almost imagine it when I saw their waste paper in front of the door, that they order a lot and that's how it was that evening Plan. Jayden's dad, Nicolas, ordered us all pizza and we sat down on the sofa with him. It was the most comfortable sofa I've ever sat on. It had a large seat that you could almost just lie on, and so did we. Jayden hugged me tightly and we knotted our legs. His fingers ran down my back and hair th

As she ate her dinner and lay on her bed, she looked out the window. The landscape he had always seen was now changing. The azure sky was covered with patchy clouds. Like last year. Like the year before that... Like the year before... It would go on and on. That's all, the only thing she's ever experienced since she came here was that she was a man-made girl.

“Would I?” “Sure,” she said, “If you like beans, you’d like açaí. Same vibe. Soul food.” I stared at her. Stared like I was trying to figure out what planet she landed from. Soul food. I stared at her face, at that full mouth, those big brown eyes, the cute little nose that twitched when she got excited and my mind went somewhere it shouldn’t have. My gaze dipped. Neck. Collarbone. Legs.

She really got that blood, the rarest of them all. She was already busy talking with my sister when I stood up. They both stopped and I just said that I finished eating even though I haven't touched my food yet. I know, the food is just a disguise because we don’t really eat. When I look at her, it seems like she is sad because I am leaving or I was just hallucinating again so I ignored her.

Luxury is heaven on its own on Earth. Selena opened the cover to serve the meal for me, the aroma wafted in the atmosphere and I resisted the urge to sniff as my breath hitched. My life has just changed so fast again after all the traumatized days when Dad and I were restless because Dad owned some debts. She served spicy sugo eggs with sausage and cannellini beans. A Jug of Orange juice, apple cider vinegar, and honey recipe glittering right in my face. I headed to the sitting room after I fed up my tummy as I lounged on the couch, after a while, the alarm bell at the door rang,

Oryn asked the woman in the pinstripe suit. "Hit me, muscles," Mafia Vespera said, sliding her glass over. She patted her Tommy gun, which was resting on the table next to the garlic knots. "And keep the cannolis coming. In my dimension, sugar is rationed." Across the table, Fantasy Vespera was dissecting a slice of pepperoni with a dagger made of obsidian. "It is... chewy," the Fantasy Queen noted. "Is this meat from a cow or a goblin?"

she shouted for Zayn who was watching cartoons in the leaving room. The slow tip-tap of the small leg running inside the kitchen made her turned behind only to saw her son standing there with his hand extending up. She smiled at him and brought him in her arms for washing his hand. After she was done with that she took him down who ran towards the dining table and climbed up his high chair by himself. She served him his mashed potato and chicken nugget where she ate rice with spicy chicken curry. She had to cook separately for both of them cause Zayn couldn't eat spicy food whereas she couldn't live without spicy food.

<><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul' It's an LGBT genre's lesbian love story. Many don't like this genre, so you can happily avoid this book. And the rest are welcome to this world. I hope you all will be witnesses to a pure love story. The story belongs to my dreamland. If anything from this book matched anyone's life that's totally coincident. The medical information and others are there will be from my research and only for making the story more attractive. Once again thanks to everyone for choosing my book to read.

Ela’s house – “Ela where is french toast? Are you forgot I had told you to make french toast for Adson?” Ela’s mom were shouting at Ela while sitting on dining table… there was everyone present accept Ela… she was in kitchen making french toast for her brother… “Yes mom it’s.. its just ready ah!!” Ela scream in pain as her hand got burn… “What the hell… cant she make breakfast on time? She know I have a strict schedule but still she doing this so I get late”