Soup That Makes You Blind Novels & Stories

When Freya, Riley, and Adrian made their way to the dining table, they were stunned to see five soup variations! Kenneth named each one. “This is a cough suppressant stew, made with garlic, heavy with honey broth and chicken,” he said, referring to the first bowl. “The other one is bone broth with ginger, turmeric, kale, and lemon. It’s an immune system shotgun.” “We also have a ‘Throat Recovery Brew,’ a ‘Mood Booster Soup,’ and a soy-based, protein-rich, sweet enough to trick your brain into releasing dopamine,” he explained. “And over here, we have steamed silken tofu with soy-ginger sauce,” Kenneth said, pointing to the last plate.

There was guilt on his face, but also a feverish look of a man seeing his savior. "You're the best, Sarah." His lips parted, allowing me to feed him. Little did he know that there were indeed medicinal herbs in the soup, as well as ingredients that would destroy his immune system. The live chat gloated. 'The soup looks suspicious! It has a color of poison!' 'Jesse is still playing an affectionate husband there. I'll pay to see his face when he finds out the soup is meant to kill him!' 'Look! Here comes Gina the troublemaker!'

Malcolm’s face came into view as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. He looked to have been awake for a while now. I nodded gently. “Here,” he picked up a tray bearing a bowl and spoon from the nightstand and placed it on the bed beside me. Curiosity filled me as I slowly sat up and stared at the green soup before me. “What’s this?” I asked. “Moon healing broth,” he replied. “It helps with the pain caused by a mate’s betrayal. I had it ordered from an elderly woman’s restaurant. Reviews online say it’s really good. Come on and have some.” He picked up the spoon and went ahead to spoon-feed me.

Their eyes met, blue to blue, like the ocean mets the sky. "The people here are evil" Viktor mumbled while chewing the food. "But they make good corn soup. This is delicious". Then he took a sip on the soup, her eyes gleamed in satisfaction. He was right, the soup was delicious. Mira took a sip and felt the sweet and savory taste of the corn exploding on her mouth, the best soup she had ever. Then suddenly while enjoying their meal, Sisi dropped her potato and stiffen. Mira saw her eyes turned to gray, her lips shook. She was breathing heavily. Mira knows what this means: she was seeing something.

"Bring your food and sit there." Amber didn't dare to disobey. After swallowing hard, she poured the soup into the bowl. Inside, she really wanted to cry. “How could I possibly finish this deadly soup?” the woman thought while biting her lip. She was really desperate. *** "I've finished eating, but you haven't. Is the mud soup bad?” Mr. Cold inquired as he folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. With chunks of potato in her mouth, Amber could only wave her hand in front of her pale face.

The nights I cried she would have rubbed soothing circles on my back like she used to when I was younger, fix me some lemon tea while explaining to me that everything happens for a reason but if that was the case why did I take my mother, how could it– “That doesn't even make any sense !” Cas yells drawing me from my thoughts. “How doesn't it make any sense, it has a SEED,” Sydney says “S-E-E-D makes it a fruit not a vegetable so it is not your ‘ famous vegetable soup’ if it has tomatoes in it”. My brother glares at her as if holding back a very nasty reply and instead looks at me and says “as I was saying SISTER” he says glancing back at Sydney very pointedly in which in return she rolls h

the old man answered. “You can come and see what I’m cooking,” he said as he look at Niffa. She was hesitant but she approach the pot and look what was inside. It was a white sticky soup bubbling and popping, she cannot see any ingredients on it. She quickly saw flashes of things in her vision, she saw a bunch of foxes gobbled up by a behemoth, a lady shouting while crying as if she wanted to grab a young boy’s hand while she was trapped between the large fangs of the behemoth, blood drops on the floor, and a dagger full of blood. She gasp as she rub her eyes, the flashes were gone.

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

he explained as he placed the soup in the bowls and the other pieces of food on the plates. And honestly, it smelt amazing for someone who was just trying to cook for the first time. The chicken soup had little bits of chicken in it and it also had corn in it, which was one of my favourite ingredients to have in a soup. The mashed potatoes looked lovely, and it really looked delicious. For a blind man, he sure could cook up a mean meal. I smiled brightly and I looked up to see that he had on the same expression that was on my face. He too couldn't believe how well he cooked for someone who was blind.

I liked this new Katalina, but she was too stimulating. She just giggled and removed the frying pan from the burner. “What are you cooking?" I cleared my throat and asked. She opened the pot boiling on a second stove and I saw sliced white fish, and lots of ingredients. “Chinese clear soup, dry eggs, stir-fried sausages with veggies, gravy, and sourdough. I heard the soup is good for your libido." After explaining, she covered the pot and gave me a seductive smile. “I want to make sure your libido is never lacking, Daddy."