Spell Breakfast Novels & Stories

she clapped her hands together but got groans and murmured responses. "Can you please explain to me why we couldn't do this breakfast thing at 11am?" Jordan mumbled grabbing a blueberry muffin from one of the many plates of food on the table "when we've all gotten enough sleep." "Well, if we did this at 11am it wouldn't be breakfast anymore it'd be brunch" Maya quipped, admiring her handy work. There was crispy bacon strips, pouched eggs, pancakes, blueberry muffins, pork bangers, tomato slices, cucumber slices, toast, avocado, an array of sliced cheese, sliced fruit, orange juice, coffee, tea and Riley and Jordan's kale, mango and banana smoothie. "Besides, if we're going to find a way to k

Like dinner last night, they had everything imaginable for breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, French toast, different variety of prepared eggs, and an omelet station. There was a different assortment of fruit, either cut or whole, hashbrowns, bacon, sausage, toast, breakfast burritos, and breakfast sandwiches made on the spot. They had cereal and oatmeal and even a barista making coffee orders. And so much more. Xaden grabbed a plate for himself and me and went down the line to get food. I pointed at the food I wanted, and he piled it onto the plate for me.

We are having breakfast, though it is technically brunch as we both woke up late, the spiral bound paper placed in the middle of the dinning table. My pulse falters and my mouth goes dry, I stall by taking a drink of my iced cold water. Stephane made us toasts, eggs, bacon, baked beans, sausages, it is a full spread. And I am halfway through devouring everything. I woke up starving.

The only question was why? “I’m good. What happened last night.I think I fainted.” “You did, fatigue maybe. Mom says breakfast is ready.” “I’m gonna freshen a bit.” I went down after changing into fresh clothes and smelled the pancakes. Instinctively, I knew it was pancakes and blue berries and waffles and that the coffee was Folgers. Betty also made some eggs and bacon. My stomach was really grumbling and i did not know why. I was a light eater my whole life.

I watched from the couch as he set the bags on the coffee table and began unpacking them with dramatic flair, as if presenting treasure. “Behold, the feast of champions.” James announced and pulled out containers one after another. “Breakfast burritos. Strawberry waffles. Spinach and feta wraps. Five egg sandwiches. Croissants, all with different fillings. Tropical fruit juices. And matcha lattes for everyone.” I stared wide-eyed at the so-called breakfast on the coffee table. “Okay, I didn’t expect spinach wraps.” “I’m versatile,” James said smugly. “Also, I wasn’t sure what Misha’s delicate insides could handle post near-death experience. You're welcome.”

My eyes were just tightly fixed together, not that I was actually involved in what they thought. He requested for breakfast to be brought to his quarters and he sat down to eat rather hungrily, the large breakfast menu consisting of deep fried sausages, pancakes, fried eggs, bacon, grilled buttered toast, hash browns, cream tomato soup, fresh cream and a fruit platter all set up. It was already eleven in the morning as he watched the news and happenings around the world.

He shook his head indicating that he won't spill his secret no matter what. Placing the tray in front of me, I looked at the breakfast that was on it all of my favorites too. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon with French fries and a cup of coffee. Hmm, where do I start? Do I need to brush my teeth first? I've always done that before eating but this looks so delicious I guess it wouldn't hurt to do it one time.

he got in beside me, but I wanted to believe that I had heard wrong. "Have me for breakfast? What do you mean?" "What? I said that?" He looked shy now, "I must have blurted out my mind without thinking." He inserted a nervous chuckle and exhaled. "Oh." "Yes, so what would you like for breakfast. The Breakfast Hub is known for its fresh bakeries and Gourmet Omelette," he explained. "Anything is fine honestly, as long as it's good," I replied not feeling the conversation and waiting for when he would snap and return to his usual hotheaded selfish self.

"Come on. Breakfast is ready, and if we don't eat it now, it's going to get cold." They headed downstairs hand in hand. Christopher was already eating his breakfast in the living room, giving them privacy, and Jems was grateful for his discretion. The breakfast Ethan had prepared was absolutely incredible. There were fluffy pancakes stacked high, French toast with powdered sugar and fresh berries, eggs benedict with perfectly poached eggs, crispy bacon, savory sausage, hash browns, fresh fruit salad, and warm cinnamon rolls that smelled like heaven. "You made all of this?" Jems asked in disbelief.

Eleonore’s POV “How do you eat that first thing in the morning?” I asked, staring at Gael as he went to town on not one, or two, but four chocolate chip banana waffles. There was a little waffle machine near the toasters with waffle batter. So not only did you have to make them yourself, but you had to go one by one since there were only two machines and you couldn’t just take both of them, especially during the breakfast rush. It was a sugar bomb, paired with milk, orange juice, fruit, bacon, sausage, and a side of oatmeal. Gael was trying to have Sunday brunch all by himself on a Wednesday at 7:45 AM—and this wasn’t the first time he had stacked his plates sky high.