The Dinner Novels & Stories

Mrs Johnson and I clicked glasses and began dinner. Trust me, it was the best dinner I've had in years. This place might be expensive but it got quality and class. A band was playing on a raise platform which made the dinner all the more calming and soothing. Doris and Hank sat opposite us. They were having wine and talking about something. From the way Doris eyes kept jamming mine, I could tell she was talking about me.

He nods, “It’s fine, I guess I’ll see you are the dinner tonight?” “What dinner?” My morphs into one of confusion, my brows distended and lips in a straight line. “The Dinner tonight mam, I informed you just now” Thelma replies from behind me, a deep frown on her face like she can’t believe this is her new madam. “Oh, hopefully, I’ll be able to make it, I have work” I turn to Raffaelle “The dinner is for you and Dominic Isabella, you can’t miss it, as it’s a critical dinner, especially for Dominic” he continues, his eye’s sparking with worry.

There it was again. Then Dillon's voice drifted through, spoiled and clingy. "Jayda, this tastes awful. Why can't I make it like yours?" Jayda laughed softly, her tone turning gentle. "I'm dealing with something right now. Wait for me, okay? I'll be there soon." When she spoke to me again, the warmth was gone. Cold. Impatient. "You skipped assisting in surgery this time. I've already switched your shifts with someone else. As punishment, you're on night duty for the next week. This is a notice, not a discussion."

The dinning Same Day. At the dining. Anna gathered the children at the dining when it was dinner time and they all happily came out including Rico. Bay and Cosimo joined the dinner shortly and the only person left was Ace. "Is Daddy not joining us for dinner, Mom?" The kids curiously asked. "Of course he is, he will be down soon," Cosimo answered the kids. "So guys before your daddy joins us, you need to tell me about yourselves, so who is starting first?" Cosimo looked at them.

“Rest. You’ve earned it.” She let it go, which told me she needed the rest more than she was willing to admit. I took one last glance at her before stepping out of the house. ***** The dinner was held in a private room at one of the city's biggest hotels, the kind that was exclusive to high society and high society only. The room was filled with powerful men and women discussing numbers and statistics of their company without bothering to be humble about it. This dinner was exactly as tedious as I expected. It was just a formality at best. People attended for the sole reason of bragging about themselves or bragging about being in attendance, and sometimes, bot

Then she looked at me with an expression that was absolutely not as nlank as she was attempting. “The dinner timeline.” I said pointedly. “Right.” She looked at her tablet. “Dinner. Yes.” But her mouth was doing the thing where she was suppressing a smile with only partial success. “Mara.” “The dinner is at seven,” she said, all professionalism. “Six Council members confirmed, two pending. Helena wants to know your preference on the menu—” “How much did you see?” She looked up from the tablet with eyes that were entirely too innocent. “I knocked, Luna.”

The object of the dinner is to enjoy a meal and solve the crime. Charlie suddenly turns his phone off. He does not want to be interrupted during the dinner. This is the first time he has been to a Murder Mystery Dinner. He wants to be the one to solve the murder. Jennifer will do anything to be with Charlie. Jennifer hopes the dinner will be a night the Charlie will enjoy and always remember. The show is entertaining with comedy and mystery. The Dinner is an enjoyable event for them. After dinner Charlie drives Jennifer home. He walks her to the door and kisses her

--- The Dinner Later that evening, Alex and Clara sat at a private table in one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants. The place was elegant—dimly lit, with rich wood paneling and soft jazz music playing in the background. The atmosphere was perfect for a quiet dinner, and yet, the air between them felt anything but peaceful.

I had been planning for some time to take Sarah out for a special dinner at a renowned restaurant owned by wolves, a place known for its exquisite cuisine and welcoming atmosphere. We arrived at the restaurant shortly after five o'clock, finding it bustling with activity and filled to capacity. We settled into a cozy corner where we enjoyed a delightful candlelit dinner accompanied by live music that created a warm, inviting atmosphere. As our meal concluded, I suggested we take a leisurely nighttime stroll through the restaurant's lush garden, which featured a small, tranquil pond that added to its charm.

Dylan was the last to sit down. The maids served the food. Mama cox, the cook had prepared lamb tonight. The meat cooked perfectly, with seasoned gravy and fresh vegetables garnished. Everyone dug in quickly and happily chatting amongst themselves. Barton made small talk with Aidan and Jeffrey as they enjoyed their meal. After dinner they reported the progress of the barrier to Dylan,who nodded and told them he was going to see it for himself tomorrow. They bid themselves goodnight as everyone went to their room.