Soul Society Food Novels & Stories

"So, what do you think about Ayeia soup?" Alphose asked with a smile on his face. "I didn't expect to like it so much," Sandra admitted, unconsciously sucking her tongue to get the last taste of that soup. "I told you, you would." The cougar Alpha said smugly. "You did." She linked her fingers to his. He smiled and held her hand firmly. They were walking out of a popular food house in the Cougar Clan which sells the best Ayeia soup, which is the most popular but expensive soup in Naturiah.

Just put his head down and worked through operations and examining patients. In the canteen there is only two brands of sodas for sale in tins. Pepsi and Raspberry. You don’t get to choose. You receive either red or black if you want to drink something. At the food counter however, there is a wide variety of gourmet dishes another colleague of Sergio jokes. Pap. Pap, he found out long ago is similar to porridge, made from maize.

She left my office, and as the door closed, I looked up at the ceiling and muttered, “God, this isn’t going to go well. But I’ll try. He’s my brother, and I love him. But damn, I already know this is going to be messy.” Later that evening, we pulled up to a small soul food restaurant near the house. It wasn’t fancy, but it was damn good, especially their short ribs. Sienna knew me too well. She ordered short ribs, four-cheese macaroni, turnip and collard greens, candied yams, blueberry cornbread, honey cornbread, the works. The smell alone was enough to make my stomach growl. The guy behind the counter laughed when he saw how much food I was carrying. “Having a party tonight?”

There was a platter of shrimp pot stickers accompanied by pickled daikon and chili soy sauce, sesame Pamora chicken salad featuring free-range chicken, cabbage, peanuts, and wonton crisps, and roasted kabocha squash bisque garnished with coconut froth, kaffir lime, and coriander oil. Hugo barely spared the food a glance. "Tell me, dear," he said, smoothly steering the conversation back. "How did you end up in this kind of life? Once again, don’t be offended by my questions. We need them for your branding and the PR quality we’ll be assigning you. Once you’re settled, I’m sure the projects will start lining up. The only downside, I suppose, is losing your privacy. Fame is a double-edged sword

“I think I just saw heaven. Heaven is red, and it’s covered in garlic.” Nonna laughed, patting my hand. “Finally, someone appreciates real food. Not like these wolves who only eat meat, meat, meat. Bah! No culture. No soul.” Gregor growled. “Meat keeps strength.” I leaned across the table, smirking. “Meat keeps your biceps. Soup keeps your soul. And right now? I’m winning.” His jaw clenched. “You’re insufferable.” “Thanks, Gregorino,” I said sweetly, watching his eye twitch.

I don't wanna be a mood spoiler. "Morning, now come," Saavi holds my wrist and tugs me near the table. She pulls me back on the mattress and sits next to me, "Sit! Sit! Momma is gonna serve us." Saavi mocks. Sas glares at her. Saavi raises her both hands, " Kidding!" She giggles. "What do you wanna eat?" Sas asks me. I stare at the table. It isn't a high table, only reaching below my chest. There's only healthy food, fruit salad, spinach and cucumber salad, pastries, sweet bread, coffee, juice, chocolate cookies, pasta, aloo parathas, curd.

If he could know the recipe of that soup, then becoming an immortal in the future was only a matter of time. Soul sustenance was the only name of the game from Core Formation Realm onwards. “Thank you again, Maru.” Sasha returned the boy’s kindness with a smile of her own. Her teeth were now fully restored and every shattered bone on her tiny body was renewed to tip top condition. “You don’t have to mention it. We’re all students of the same school. It is just right for us to help each other out.” Maru replied calmly. “Hmmmm. Maru, my body hurt a lot also from all the beatings I got earlier. Can you let me taste that soup also?” Tiny Slim who was as close as brothers to Maru asked with his u

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

I ask her. "Oh, you already met him yesterday." She says, taking her fork to eat her breakfast. "Ohhhh. I never got his name though." I answer, getting mine too. I can't wait to eat her famous maple syrup bacon with egg and ketchup omelet. Plus white milk or orange juice for preference. "His name is Adrian, 22 years old, and works at his small company to find homes for animals." She tells, taking a bite of her food as I nodded from yesterday's event.

Patting the spot beside me, I invited her to join me. She popped open the cider and filled two cups, and handed me one, making her way towards the basket. As soon as she opened the basket, a scrumptious aroma wafted, making me drool. “What makes it smell so delicious? What’s inside?” I asked, eyeing the basket. Aarya’s chuckle accompanied the unveiling of containers that held an array of samosas, cheese balls, and other delectable treats. Fried food is a sure path to a man’s heart.