Novel & Cerita Soul Food Fantasy

“Your majesty, we’re so sorry for the delay.” The maid set the bowl down in front of me, the steam rising in a familiar, fragrant swirl. It was Wild Garlic and Bone Broth Congee. My breath got stuck in my throat. My favourite. Back at the Alpha’s palace, the old cook would sometimes hide a bowl of this for me every time it was prepared. “What is that?” Madame Elsie asked, her nose wrinkling in visible disgust as she stared at the bowl. “It smells… Weird.” Dominic didn’t look at her. He kept his gaze fixed on me, watching my reaction. “I believe the term is ‘soul food,’” he said calmly. “I asked the kitchen maids to replicate it. It took them three tries to get the scent right.”

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

It only opened for me, but I could add a door if he wanted some time away from everyone. “Actually, I could really just use a friend and some dinner. Something simple, maybe spaghetti and some sparkling water?” I smiled, I was a good cook before I came into my power, but now I was able to make everything from the freshest ingredients, and so much faster than before. I linked the chef and asked her to get everything ready, Ransom had everyone learn how to make my spaghetti, it was his favorite comfort food next to his mothers homemade sourdough bread. His mother had left the pack after Ransoms father died. She found a place among humans and started over, not being able to bear the pain of liv

It sent tons of tingling sensation that I wanted to take her again. “I have to be careful with my three wishes, Blake,” She said, waking me up from my fantasies. She returned my hand to the table and stood up, taking the food container with pork and hotdog. “I’m really hungry, so where are we cooking these?” Only Tara can do this to me, making me fantasize with her and go back to reality the next. I scratched my forehead, followed her with my eyes as she climbed up the upper deck, heaved a deep sigh as I stood up to get a can of beer in the fridge.

“Because after this amazing experience with you, if I die today and if there is another life, my soul would recognize you when we meet because your soul has mixed up with mine.” A shiver ran up her spine at his words because they took her mind back to Devon and how he’d been so certain that she was his mate. He knew he would meet her even before he did and that was the inspiration behind that remarkable painting at the gallery. What had he called it? A Werewolf Fantasy?

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

I didn’t know if this was it but watching the happy soul , I knew that these people were going to take me out of my problems for the few months that I was going to be here . I looked at the most delicious food that I had ever had in a whine and I felt really hungry. I was just about to eat my first spoon , when I felt a slight tap on my shoulder . When I turned , I noticed that this was the guy that was always going around with the boss but what did he want here . I didn’t want to think that she was calling me again, only God knows how much I hated that bitch and I don’t even want to see her face , that’s how much she pissed me off .

There was no mistaking the smugness on her face. "I'm a prodigy in the medical field now. Oh, and it just so happens that I'm Miles' fiancee too! And you? What about you? You can't be thinking that you're still the precious daughter of the Swanson family, can you? Or perhaps you think that you're still one of the institute's lead researchers? "Pah! You're the bitch! A stray bitch who lost her memories! Who knows how many men you've slept with? Oh, and you're just a test subject for our research!"

Across the bed, Roman took her the way he always handled everything: with quiet control and detached precision, claiming her ass without a single word. We moved because we had to. Because that’s what was expected of us. Because the darkness inside needed a body to bleed into. But our minds… our souls… they were somewhere else entirely. Lost in the fantasy of the woman we couldn’t touch. The only one who could truly complete us. The only one who could tame the storm we had become. After the encounter, we left the brothel and got into the self-driving vehicle in silence. The silence had never been this heavy.

"So I'm not dreaming? Keysha asked again. It seemed that Keysha still thought that her meeting with Marvel was just a dream. marvel smiled "No, it really is me; I'm back. Marvel said while cupping Keysha's face. "You must have passed out because you were tired and you haven't eaten yet, dear," said Sinta. "Yes, we have dinner together; the food is also ready," said Bagas. "Keysha might still be weak, Dad; let me feed her here," said Marvel to Bagas. "Yes, let the maid bring your food here later, said Farah.