Spell Breakfast Novels & Stories

I said and left Noella's room. Since I had already bathed, I just had to wait for the waiter to finish cooking and for Noella to finish getting ready. I asked the waiter in charge of cooking to make some dishes to eliminate the hangover. It wasn't long before the waiter was serving some of the dishes that were commonly eaten for breakfast in that country. Among them, there's Loco Moco, a meal consisting of white rice served with roast beef burger, omelette and brown sauce. Then there was Spam Musubi, a type of sushi consisting of sliced spam cooked in sweet soy sauce and wrapped in nori and rice. Then there was Portuguese Sausage with eggs and Rice, Portuguese sausage served with white rice.

I exclaimed. Readjusting myself on the chair, “I'm sorry for being so loud.” I said calmly since Liam’s gaze was boring holes in my body. I started off with a bite of waffles, then I had some scrambled eggs with bacon. Afterward, I had toast with a glass of beetroot juice my all-time favorite, in no time I was done with breakfast while Liam was still picking away on his plate. Clearing my throat, I asked, “Aren’t you going to hasten up with your food? Or are we going late today?”

“Yours is prepared with shit, you ungrateful bastard.” “Well that explains the taste-” “I will go find my cain and hit you with it!” I grabbed a burrito from my plate and took a bite. I mentally moan at the delicious cheesy taste of meats, eggs and sauce. Breakfast burritos are one of my favorite types of breakfast foods. My other favorite is chocolate chip waffles with a bowl of fruit and cheesy bacon omelet with thin slices of cinnamon sprinkled french toast. I took another bite, letting my mind drift off as my grandparents playfully argued in the background.

She replied, glaring. "If you say so then." "If I say so?! I made breakfast myself this morning." "Really? What did you have for breakfast?" He questioned, smirking. "Pancakes, fried eggs, and striped bacon." She replied, smirking back at him. "Soft work." He teased. "You...!" She twisted her mouth, shutting it up with a groan. Even if it wasn't a huge meal or a delicacy, she still made and ate it. And it was a decent breakfast, even though the fried eggs weren't well-seasoned.

As she made her way down to the dining room, the smell of her mother's cooking filled her nostrils. “Goodmorning, sweetheart.” Her mother greeted her. “Morning, mom. The breakfast smells good. Hmm,” “I’m already finished. Go and sit there. I’ll fill your plate,” Beatriz smiled. Her mother had prepared a delicious breakfast spread for her family, consisting of pancakes with a drizzle of maple syrup and crispy bacon on the side. The pancakes were fluffy and golden brown, with a slightly crispy edge that made them irresistible. The aroma of the bacon filled the kitchen, making Francine's mouth water.

Glenna nodded, a stunned expression on her face, "Of course, I didn't mean any disrespect." With a deep breath, I managed to regain my composure. "It's okay... I've been feeling a bit on edge since last night, that's all." Glenna and I began whipping up a delectable breakfast. I made fluffy scrambled eggs and crispy bacon, while Glenna made a stack of irresistible mini pancakes. I artfully arranged the delightful ensemble on a breakfast bed tray, accompanied by two steaming cups of aromatic coffee. With it in hand, I made my way to our bedroom.

Joseph grabbed himself a plate and then handed me one as well. I smiled my thanks to him, trying not to let him see my utter nervousness. Looking at the food, I was amazed by how good it looked. There was every kind of breakfast food imaginable. Scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles, French toast, sausage, bacon, fruit salad, a bowl of regular fruit, grits, oatmeal with a variety of toppings, there was even an omelet station where a chef was making omelets on the fly. There was so much more that I could hardly wrap my head around.

"We'll whip something up for you right away. Sit tight, and we'll have your breakfast ready in no time." With a grateful smile, I settled onto a stool at the kitchen counter, relief flooding through me as I realized I might make it to work on time. The maids sprang into action, their skilled hands moving with precision as they prepared my breakfast. In no time, a tantalizing spread was laid out before me—a steaming plate of fluffy scrambled eggs adorned with fresh chives, crisp strips of sizzling bacon, and golden-brown hash browns. But it was the coffee that truly stole the show—a rich, fragrant brew infused with creamy milk, just the way I liked it.

I have to prepare breakfast for the whole packed house before heading to school. I turned on the tap and splashed some water on my face. The water was freezing cold, so taking a bath was out of options for me. I quickly freshen up before changing my clothes and heading towards the Kitchen. I folded my sleeves and started preparing everything as usual. I prepared pancakes, French toast, salad, oatmeal, scrambled eggs, and an omelet for them. Now, I just have to prepare some bacon sandwiches for Samuel, The soon to be Alpha of this pack.

He’s definitely under a spell, and I hope it ends him. That is if I don’t get super crazy enough to do the job myself before the spell takes the throw. I made my way downstairs to begin my daily dose of workloads. Pancake, waffles, French toasts, scrambled eggs, and salad dressing are what’s on the menu for breakfast. I got to work by cleaning the kitchen first, before putting out the ingredients for the dishes. Everyone is still asleep, I’m mandated to wake up before dawn and make sure the house is perfect before they flap their ugly little eyes awake.