Soul Society Food Novels & Stories

"Don't let them kill her. Just torture every few hours." "Yes, my Lord." "Get me Pounded Yam and Egusi soup with roasted chicken and turkey. I want assorted pepper soup to go with it." "As you wish, Exalted One." He answered and said, "You have a call from the NSS General." "Put him through and block off any sounds of Sharon."

Sophia sighs and shakes her head as her left leg starts to shake uncontrollably "What's wrong?" Jacob asked "I'm tired of ordering pizza for lunch all the time. It makes me feel fat" Sophia replied "You are not fat,babe" "I know I'm just saying that it makes me feel fat" "So,what do you wanna eat for lunch today?" Jacob asked "I want a cold cut wrap with a nice bowel of salad and some ice cold water" Sophia replied "A cold cut wrap?" Jacob asked

"Little people like us mean nothing in this world." "Little people like us." Asher repeated. "You mean the average working man?" "More or less." Sarah responded taking a sip of her drink. "Those of us who weren't born in this world." Shifting his golden gaze to Sarah Asher lifted an eyebrow. "Does social hierarchy truly matter though?" Surpressing a laugh Sarah touched Asher's shoulder. "Do you know why Summer and Michael are getting married even though it is clear they don't love each other?"

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.

She put some cold sodas on the table and pulled a ring out of a can before giving it to Clayton. “Candidate of doctoral degree, Sonya, as fast as I’m going to finish this research!” He smiled as he took a soda from Sonya’s hand. ‘He seems to reach his cooling down point!’ Sonya grinned at him and took some sips of her smoothies. Sonya put the biggest slice of grilled red meat, half cooked in raw and no ingredients serving method on Clayton’s plate, the medium cooked with barbeque sauce on Auntie Caroline’s plate and some chunks with well-done cooked black peppers for herself. The full moon festival had lasted.

Someone who has nothing to do with her. “I may not have the money and power you have, but your soul is empty, and that is what is eating you up. And of course, you cannot refute the fact that you and your parents are the most wicked souls that this planet has ever produced. You all deserve a trophy for being amazingly wicked!” I fire at her.

“We would be under attack tonight. Prepare to defend the base!” What worried me wasn’t Kelvin and Molly’s proficiency in fighting them. It was the fact that they weren’t aware that they would need to fight at all. Anthony Gordon walked into the room with a plate of pancakes when all the noise outside subsided. “Hey, Ashley,” he said. “I'm sorry that my brother treated you like a slave by depriving you of food. I want you to know that I'm your friend. And I wasn't aware.” “I'm not hungry,” I said.

The clatter of stainless steel spoons against ceramic plates felt louder than usual, each ring echoing like a gavel in the small dining room. Tobi focused on the steam rising from the mountain of efo riro (soup) on his plate, trying to disappear into the earthy scent of locust beans and spinach. But the anonymity he had worn like a second skin for years had been stripped away by his own hands.

Arielle glared at him, "Just you poor." The group of four went inside. Today, Leonard Grey brought them to a soup restaurant. The restaurant looks small, but there are many people. The soup is fresh and delicious. Each person has a small casserole with different tastes. "Arielle, I want to try your fish soup. You can also try my snail soup. I drink this soup for beauty and beauty." Mark Logan pushed his soup to Arielle. Arielle also gave Mark Logan her own soup, and the two drank the soup instead. Mark blinked at the two of them, and then silently looked into Leonard Grey's soup jar.

“That was . . . was wonderful for you to do.” “Not really,” he said flatly and picked up his cup. “I just didn’t want the place to close because I like the food.” Selena watched him as he took a gulp of his soda. Liar. Ten minutes later, they were wrists deep in good ole soul food and loving it. Selena couldn’t remember the last time she gobbled food down like that. She sucked the bare bones of the ribs as she moaned like she was in love. She had to fight the urge to lick her plate like a dog. Selena started suckling her fingers