Soul Food Fantasy Novels & Stories

The man was shameless enough to go to any measure as far as he carried himself, and he had never been ashamed to say it. However, as Ayana's mind wandered down the path of speculation, a sobering reminder surfaced from the depths of her memory. Mrs. Julio's words echoed in her ears, casting a shadow of doubt over her burgeoning fantasies. She had said that Adam used to buy all the leftover food, and that served as some sort of sobering reality check. Was it possible that his kindness was merely a habitual gesture, devoid of any ulterior motive? The thought lingered like a bitter aftertaste, threatening to dampen the flicker of excitement that had ignited within her.

But . “What? Get back what, Jake?” “His soul, dammit. Fuckin gook took my dad’s soul, and I’m fuckin gettin’ it back. “Tonight.”

"You are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" "Oh, sir. You don't have to flatter me. Trust me, I know that I am slowly wasting away. I see it in your eyes too. They are lifeless and soulless. My momma tells me that the La Amorita has gotten me and now my soul is gone." "The what?" "The La Amorita. It's a local legend from hundreds of years ago. I believe it came from Mexico." "She is the eater of souls and preys on those looking for love."

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...

"This is my escape from the real world. Imagination is full of magic, it can lead you to the places where no one can ever go, it can make you feel the things that you have never felt before. I know it is not practical but it helps me a lot in fighting my stress. And I guess these fantasies are far better than the realities of the world" She said looking at me and gave a sad smile at the end. She drifted her attention back to the movie. I tried to concentrate on it but failed as it is not my cup of tea. As the advertisement played I looked back at her face and her face was gleaming with hope and her eyes were shining with greed. I looked back at the television and a girl was eating spicy samo

A gigantic, hairy half-naked fat man having his red hair on his head covering his eyes while eating all sorts of food on a long table in front of him and before him on both sides were prison cells mostly filled with chained beings of all kinds. “Ha! Nice… Am the Bounty collector.” He said while he chewed on a meat then he spat it out, “Not sweet enough!” he looked at the Expats. “Sorry for that, foods this days are getting sower and tasteless, you know what I mean, ugh! Come clean this up!” He shouted, immediately, two little girls dressed in rags, bonded with chains on their little neck came in from one of the doors at his left and swiftly packed the food on the table while the other cleane

Amy imagined her weird fantasy as an opening scene to a sci-fi action film. It was a crazy fantasy, and Amy would imagine it all the time. While Amy was making love to her husband inside this futuristic sports car, she would also imagine her favorite rap song playing through the sports car’s sound system. Amy would imagine caressing her hands down her husband’s bare, muscular chest while listening to Tupac Shakur’s Only God Can Judge Me. Tupac was Amy’s favorite rapper. Sometimes, Amy would fantasize about making love to her husband while listening to Tupac. Before Amy met her husband, she would often fantasize about making love to Tupac.

"Ah, Andrei, if only it were that simple! But alas, our culinary prowess only extends so far." ‌ Lucas, with a twinkle in his eye, joined the whimsical banter. "David, you truly have a gift for making the most ordinary things sound extraordinary. What else do you have on the menu?" ‌ David leaned back, adopting a contemplative expression. "Ah, Lucas, our pièce de résistance is the 'Vitality Vindaloo.' It's a spicy Indian dish infused with herbs and spices scientifically proven to increase blood circulation. It's a sensation!"

he explained but Sassy and I just stared at him in confusion. "Take it this way." Our gaze shifted from Hailec to Cool who spoke before rising from his seat and went in front beside Hailec. "Imagine Fooleys as humans, they think of fantasians like us are just like them, but of different nationality or ethnicity. However, mundane, to them are like shellfish, they disregard the shells which is the body but they do eat what's inside the shell, souls. When a mundane soul was eaten by a Fooleys, the mundane won't die, at least not physically but they will lose their will to live, to survive, and later on, they would take their own lives." Cool explained.

Chapter 71 Lillie's Soul Kitchen Syncere's POV: “I heard about this place, they said that the food is real southern food. They say it's like Thanksgiving everyday. I promised myself the next time were in town we would eat here, the reservation list was booked until next year. I had to use my name and connection to get the reservation we got.” My mother said as we all walked into the restaurant. Leah was hanging on Shawn's arm and he was pissed about it, Leah was acting like she could barely walk. Jazz had wrapped my arm around her as we walked, her anger from earlier was gone. As soon as we entered the restaurant I felt it, I don't know why but I looked around and spotted Essence immediately