Star Eater Novels & Stories

he asked. "I felt a jolt of electricity from your hand." "What?" His eyes widened a little as he lowered down his gaze to his hand grabbing mine while tagging me along. After a while, Sir Sebastian released a deep, hoarse chuckle. "What do you think?" My mouth opened so I could answer him back while we were swarming against the sea of people but then my attention was diverted when I saw the most popular cheap seafood restaurant in Yaowarat Chinatown. "T&K Seafood!" I exclaimed as I felt my eyes sparkle upon mentioning the name of the restaurant. "Let's go!" I pulled Sir Sebastian's hand as he let himself tag along with me.

The man said. Stella took a seat opposite her parents, She took out her phone to avoid talking to her parents, her father was not even smiling, he looked like he was forced to come to the restaurant, she was already hungry when a man walked into their table, he wore a black trouser and a white button-up shirt, there was a name tag attached to his shirt. Van. “Good evening I am your waiter for tonight, are you guys ready to order,” Van said with a smile that spread across his face.

She screamed when she saw me and this time I covered my ears she was so loud. “Knock it the fuck off!” I bellowed. My bellowing startled her. Her eyes widened, and she blinked slowly at me as her mouth fell open in shock. “Yes, the monster speaks and has sensitive hearing. It also has a name. It’s Asterion, by the way.” I said, stalking forward to sit at the table. She flinched as if I was stalking towards her. I’m not sure if she was more surprised when I spoke or that I had no intentions of touching her.

At the restaurant, Tom had booked the top-floor Lunar Tide private room. The circular arched window faced the capital's central Silver Moon Goddess statue, adorned with wolf-skull carvings. Adelaide took charge of ordering. Scanning the menu, she asked Lance, "Can you handle spicy?" "Ever tried chilli sauce on combat boots?" Lance's cedar pheromones carried a smile as he tapped the menu's "Triple Hot" label. "At the Southern Border, I ate military rations with chili powder." "Three dishes are enough," Adelaide said.

“I'm starving.” The scent of hamburgers and french fries hit me like a familiar hug. My stomach rumbled. “I want a ButterBurger, fries, and a salted caramel concrete mixer. And extra ketchup.” Cecelia looked over at me, eyebrows raised. “Did they not feed you over there?” I laughed. “It was a long flight!” “Extra ketchup?” Cecelia asked. “Really?” “They don't believe in ketchup in Paradisa,” I replied. “I want all of it.”

The evening breeze flushed on my face as I admired the glittering light coming from each building in the city. The stars in the sky continuously illuminated and I started naming my unborn children with it. Suddenly, I started craving for something to eat and immediately I took my phone. “[Hubby, can you get me something on your way back?]” I texted him with a smile on my face, wishing he would reply immediately which he did. “[Anything you want, babe.]” His reply came in and I smiled, with my hands dancing on the keyboard. “[I want slice steamed steak with lettuce, warm Korean kimchi, fried fish.]” I salivated when I was done. “[I think that’s all for now.]” I smiled and sent the message.

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"

she said with a big smile. “I’m only a two-star man,” said the husband. “She’s a three-star woman.” He seemed very proud of her accomplishment. I had no idea how the tier system worked or what advantages you got from gaining stars. Possibly it worked the same as it did for people who worked at McDonald’s — every star gets you an extra dollop of tartar sauce on your Filet-O-Fish.

After finishing their grocery run, Reagan loaded the boxes into the trunk of his car while Lara slid into the passenger seat. Her stomach growled just as Reagan buckled in and started the engine. “I’m starving,” she muttered, rubbing her belly with a frown. Reagan glanced at her, amused. “Want to stop somewhere to eat?” Lara’s face lit up. “Jollibee,” she said without hesitation. He chuckled at her immediate enthusiasm. “Alright, if that’s what you want, Jollibee it is.”

Harper and her best friends sat inside a luxurious Italian restaurant and stared at Saint as he ordered their food. Tanja and Frida seemed immune to Saint's pheromones, and Harper wondered if they had supernatural mates of their own. Not that she had time to think about that right now. No, not when all the women working inside the restaurant had their eyes on Saint. The owner was especially fond of him and had offered to serve their food for free. That's why they were here.