Synopsis Of Sandwich: A Novel Novels & Stories

I asked worriedly. “No, I—” He suddenly turned to look at my sandwich. “Where did you get that?” “Oh, a friend gave it to me. She…” I turned around to look for her but didn't find her. “Hm, she must have left. Hey!” I yelled when Kaiden suddenly snatched the sandwich from me and sniffed it. “It smells weird. You shouldn't collect things from anyone. It could be—” He suddenly went deathly pale as he opened up the sandwich, “—poisoned.”

“Come on, Christiana. You must be starving. Why don’t I take you out for lunch?” I opened my mouth to refuse, but before I could, he pressed on, his voice lowering into something warm, intimate. “I remember,” he said, tilting his head. “You used to love sandwiches. Do you still? Because I know where they sell the best ones in the city.” The memory hit me like a cold wave. Sandwiches. He wasn’t lying. Back in university, I had told him once in passing that sandwiches were my favorite. They were cheap, quick, comforting. A throwaway comment at the time, one I never thought would matter.

My breath hitches at the contact and it sends shivers down my back and straight to my core where heat pools low in my belly. "There's your disgusting sandwich. Are you happy now, crazy lady?" he says grumpily. "Alright, the moment of truth," I declare, holding up the completed sandwich triumphantly. I take a giant bite, savoring the peculiar combination of flavors as they dance across my taste buds. My eyes widen, and I can't help but let out an ecstatic moan. "Oh my god... this is amazing!" "Really?" Vincent raises an eyebrow skeptically. "That good, huh?"

I can't help but smile, even when I don't say it, he says it all the time, my heart, in turn, starts pounding in my chest and I get excited, maybe I do love him too. I walk back to the fridge and fix myself up a bacon and cheese sandwich, with a glass of wine, once I'm done, I sit down on the island chairs and pick up half my sandwich and then in come the immoral whore who trapped my man, Sarah. She walks up to me and takes my sandwich from my hand. I look at her and she takes a bite, she chews and then puts the half-bitten sandwich and puts it back on my plate. "That's disgusting, do you even know how to cook?" she says in disgust.

When he was no longer in my sight…… I decided to eat what Edward had given me. I started eating and then I felt something strong in the middle of the sandwich. I open it slowly and to my greatest surprise….. I saw a small diamond ring. "Edward!". I called out for him because he might have probably put yesterday's design in the middle of the sandwich without being aware. "Edward, there's a ring on the sandwich!". I called out once more but Edward didn't reply. I put the ring aside and continued eating my sandwich, but then I heard the footsteps of Edward approaching.

This was probably the one and only time when I would be able to get out of his grip. When I returned from the bathroom, Nathan was updating Callan on warrior injuries which, thankfully, there was nothing significant. Jennifer made the best sandwiches. Layers of bread, mayo, cheese, ham, turkey, lettuce, tomato, and mustard stacked high on the sandwich. My nerves related to Callan returning home were spiking, so I only ate half my sandwich. Callan, on the other hand, ate all of his and the other half of mine. He clearly needed the food to keep rebuilding his strength. And I would gladly give him any food he needs to help with that.

It was a small, unexpected pleasure, and I savored each bite with newfound appreciation. As I sat there, enjoying the surprisingly delightful sandwich, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart. Richard's gesture, though simple, spoke volumes about his thoughtfulness and the bond we were slowly building. It was in these small acts of care that I found solace and a glimmer of hope, reminding me that healing and happiness were within reach, even in the midst of my grief.

"Jonas is very smart, mentally and emotionally. I guess I'm very fond of him. His likes and dislikes are very close to mine. So he'll probably go to boarding school, too. Like Nik and I." "Good. He can be captain like me, then." "Oh not before I steal it from you, goofball." "You wish, Hale." "I don't wish Langston, I make it happen." Noah snickered and I chuckled. We stayed talking all the while the train continued its journey to our destination. After a while, Noah climbed his bunker to take a nap. I stayed by the window to be left alone by my thoughts. I wonder what's happening at home. I wonder what they're doing to my sister's body. What is happening at our household, at the Vandenberg'

She smiles and nods before walking out of the room. I pick up one of the sandwiches and look at it in awe, avocado, lettuce, tomato, ham, cucumbers, cheese and onion on the sandwich. I couldn’t believe this is my life. Watching tv in the middle of the day eating a sandwich made for a queen. This is the life I was too scared to even dream of. I couldn’t help the happiness building up inside of me. I didn’t know why the master of the house was treating me so well, or is he trying to butter me up so my guard down before he rips away my soul? Am I being too dark?

I didn’t even notice where I was going—just kept walking, pushing open doors, passing strange furniture and exotic rugs until, finally, I found what my stomach demanded: the kitchen. Thank the old gods. I shoved my head into the fridge, grabbing whatever was in front of me, bread, cheese, some kind of cured meat, maybe boar, maybe some exotic magical creature it didn’t matter. I made the roughest sandwich in the world, took the first bite, and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the bitter taste of anger still stuck to my tongue. "Wow," a deep, mocking voice cut through the silence, making me turn my head with my mouth still full. "What did that sandwich ever do to you?"