Spell Breakfast Novels & Stories

The breakfast wasn't too extravagant but I made sure it was the perfect combination. The breakfast was made up of two soft scrambled eggs, dotted with cheddar cheese and three juicy sausage patties, flecked with red pepper. That was because I noticed Brynlee loves eating pepper. There were additional two Belgian waffles, drizzled with Vermont-fresh maple syrup and oven-fried red potatoes, laced with bacon and green onion. I made sure they brought along ice-cold orange juice freshly squeezed and with the perfect taste. We dug into the breakfast slowly yet savoring the flavor of each bite taken. It was a delight to see her chew the food meticulously yet with a touch of wildness. I wonder why e

My alarm jolted me awake at 6 AM. Today was it. My third and final SAT. Victoria was setting out breakfast when I walked downstairs. "Morning, sweetie." A huge smile lit up her face. "I made you a special power breakfast." Chloe and Mason had plain black coffee and bagels. But at my spot sat a thick, cloudy glass of juice. "My special blend!" Victoria said proudly. "I bought the organic veggies at 5 AM. Added spirulina and maca powder too."

One minute, I was planning our long awaited trip to Mexico with Sarah and the next thing I knew, it was morning and Sarah's knock on the door woke me up. "Breakfast," she said curtly, her body half-in and half-out of the door, her blonde hair dangling. I groaned and stood up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Not even a good morning?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. Sarah gave me a look I couldn't quite decipher before responding, "Do you want to eat or not?" I hesitated for a moment before asking, "What's on the menu?" Sarah's reply was enticing: "Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, salad, apple slices, and a hot cup of coffee."

She opened one of the hot boxes and it was one of the best surprises she could dream of at that time. She was so happy to see a typical English breakfast. The bacon, sausages, poached egg, black pudding, baked beans, fried tomatoes and mushrooms, and buttered toast. ‘Wow! Dear uncle, for once, I got exactly what I needed at this moment!’ She didn't feel embarrassed while taking out two huge bottles of green smoothie from the bag. ‘With this spread of breakfast, I am able to drink both of them!’ She laughed. “What are you so happy about?” Patrick interrupted her excitement about the contents of the delivered breakfast. He came back in a typical, very thick, winter white terry robe, probably f

She ruffled his hair. “If you think I made Heart Attack Burritos then yes, yes I did!” I called back, which was promptly met with some gruff mumbled cursing. “Heart Attack Burritos?” Cedric and Brandon were now questioning Mat. “Breakfast burritos… Bacon, eggs, potatoes, cheese, everything is cooked in the grease from the bacon. They’re messy, greasy, and the best damn breakfast on this planet…” Mat was pouting, I could hear it in his voice.

It was like a combination of things I didn't like. "The theme is healthy breakfast, Miss!" Mama told me excitedly. "Or shall I call you madam? You are now madam of the mansion." "Let's stick to Miss. I am just twenty years old," I muttered. "Alright, Miss," Mama began. "As you can see, you have soft-boiled eggs before you. It is fully cooked and it'll help your baby's brain development. There is whole grain toast with avocado, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms, basked beans, chicken sausages, fresh fruit medley, and pasteurized fresh orange juice. Bon appétit, miss!"

James, the chef, stood by the counter, a warm smile on his face. "Good morning, Sarah! Ethan said you might need something to help with your hangover." Ethan chuckled. "James has prepared a special breakfast to revive you." The spread before me was impressive – scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast, and fresh fruit. My stomach growled in anticipation. "Thank you, James. This looks amazing." James beamed. "Enjoy, Sarah. Ethan wants you to feel better." Ethan poured me a glass of orange juice. "Drink this, and take the Tylenol. You'll feel better soon."

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.

I was worried Stephen might wake up suddenly. When we finished, I proudly set the table. Just as I was about to step into the dining area, Stephen walked in. “Belen, have you seen—” He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. “Good morning! Breakfast is ready.” I gestured towards the table. “We have waffles with chocolate drizzle, croissants, grated potato with cheese omelette, and pancakes! You choose!” I smiled at him. He blinked and lowered his gaze to the spread of food. “Did you prepare all of this?” He asked in disbelief.

That morning, Arabella woke up earlier than usual. She stepped into the kitchen with a newfound determination, something she hadn’t felt in months. The crisp morning air flowed in through the window, while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room. She took a few ingredients from the fridge—eggs, bread, and a few slices of smoked beef. With practiced ease, her hands started preparing a simple breakfast. It didn’t take long before a plate of omelet, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee were neatly arranged on the dining table.