The Dinner Novels & Stories

He said, "I'll walk it with you next time." Miranda smiled faintly. "Sure." If there was a next time… Susan watched their exchange in silence and pressed her lips together tightly. Dinner that evening was held at the Jefferson manor. Compared to lunch, the meal was much lighter. But "light" only referred to the ingredients—the preparation was anything but simple.

"My father would like you to come over and have dinner with us to celebrate a new lease on life for you." I smiled with tears glimmering in my eyes. They were no longer a sign of despair, but hope. My smile widened as I said quietly, "I'm down."

“Come on, time for dinner.” Dinner has quickly become one of my favorite meals for the simple reason that Reagan makes it feel family style. She changes who we sit with every night, asking them about themselves, their day, learning about their mates, parents, and pups, and in general, making the pack feel loved and appreciated.

“Rachel, what’s for dinner?” “Shrimp Noodle Salad With Peanut Sauce,” Rachel replied as she set the table. “Good,” Jenny said, walking to the table and pulling out a chair to sit. “Hi,” Diane greeted Nicholas, fiddling nervously with her fingers. “I was looking around for you.” “Why?” he asked harshly. “Well, your father said you have something for me.” “Yeah. I’ll send it to your room after dinner.” Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked to the dining table. Diane began to walk to the table.

It was already evening by the time everything was over. Everyone gathered together to have dinner. It was a three-course meal- appetizer, main course, and dessert. The waiters started serving them to the guests. Nearly after an hour, the dinner event was completed. Now it was time for some entertainment.

Tim explained, adding, "Everyone has been requested to bring a date to the dinner; it is that typical one where you need to make a statement." "Damm! What time is the dinner?" Jason asked. "It's on Saturday at six in the night," Tim replied, adding, "Should I contact Gift?" Jason thought about it for a minute and replied, "Yes, tell her what to do." "Alright, I'll do that," Tim replied. "When is dinner today?" Jason asked. "It's at Lily's house, like I said before, and it's by seven in the evening," Tim answered. "Okay, remember to order some flowers and wine, okay?" Jason said.

THE DINNER The Alpha and Luna — Liam’s parents — finally settled on a date for the dinner. I told myself it was no big deal, just a friendly meal… but the way my stomach twisted said otherwise. When I arrived at their house, the warmth hit me first. The smell of real food. Home-cooked. The kind I hadn’t had in… years. Liam was already there with Lily and her mate. We all settled around the dining table, and Luna Claire began serving the food with the kindest smile.

Brianna got back to the estate around nine. The house was quiet. Too quiet. She walked through the foyer, past the empty living room, toward the stairs. All she wanted was a shower and sleep. "Dinner's at eight tomorrow." She turned. Declan stood in the doorway of his study, glass of whiskey in hand. "What?" "Family dinner. Tomorrow night. Eloise will be there. Dawson will be there. I expect you there too." Brianna's stomach tightened. "Is this mandatory?"

Clara started to clear the table. "Thank you for dinner, Donna. It was delicious." Blair grinned. "My pleasure." "It was an amazing dinner. Thank you." Dylan said. The older woman nodded in response, with a smile.

he said under his breath. Logan looked over at him, then stepped close to Dylan to look at the phone. His eyes also grew wide. “Oh my god.” The dinner party was held in a banquet hall at a local high-end steakhouse called ______________. As Maria and I were guided back to the hall by the hostess, I couldn’t help but be jealous of the rich people dining here as we passed by. I felt like I would never even come close to having the kind of money one needed to eat $50+ steaks. It didn’t seem fair.