Novel & Cerita The Empty Pot By Demi

It's quiet and calm as only a few men walk the perimeter inside and out. I head to the kitchen for a bottle of water when I hear a soft voice behind me as I open the fridge. "My my my, what hours are these to be coming home future husband" I close the fridge and turn around to see Demitria sitting on the kitchen counter in a short ass pair of shorts and a small cami top eating ice cream in the dark.

“Demi just left, and we decided on that dinner for tomorrow night. She wants a list of what our likes and dislikes are, so she can know what to prepare.” I walk towards the fridge and shrug, immediately catching the faint remnants of Demi’s sweet honey scent in here. “I’m fine with anything. There’s no food I wouldn’t eat when it’s prepared for me.” Days spent without food and making sure Levi was fed before me, has made me appreciate every little thing I have now. To me, a simple slice of bread is as gourmet as caviar. I turn around and drink the bottle of ice cold water in my hand, catching Noelle’s smile. “I’ll let her know,” she says before leaving the kitchen.

But the suite remained silent, empty. She padded barefoot across the room, the sheet trailing behind her as she made her way to the main living space. The sight of the coffee pot on the counter caught her eye, and she smiled softly, the gesture touching her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. The pot was full but lukewarm. Eamon must have been gone for some time.

The demon stretched his long arms over her and took the pot, carrying it to the sink. "Do I pour it in this bowl?" Staring quizzically at the colander in the sink, he asked with evident curiosity in his voice. "Y...yes." She stuttered, completely caught off guard by this sudden development. The ruthless demon was helping her drain pasta? If she took a picture, would he kill her? Shamsiya's eyes flickered with mischief. It wasn't everyday that the demon of nightmares lowered himself to perform ordinary chores. Her heart itched to give it a shot.

Demitri carried the big platter on one shoulder into the hall and she followed with her first set of kettles leaving him at the tapestry room and continuing next door. Carrying her second set of kettles she mused that none of the rooms she'd seen, nor the halls for that matter were large enough to support the giant, and she wondered then who they might be for. Perhaps he is not the master she considered as she refilled the kettles, perhaps the giant was merely a guard of sorts. Then again he had asked specifically for a bath for himself. It didn't make any real sense to her. She sighed and sat down on a little stool next to the oven and picked at a plate of olives left out by Demitri. A whil

Chen smiled and nodded, clasping his arm with her and pulling her behind him to the row in front of the pot to wait for her turn and indeed they did not wait as they were directly number two. Damontry came forward smiling at Chen, who encouraged her, and as soon as her eyes fell on the pot, they widened and showed a disgusted features. " What is that !! ". A gigantic creature with one eye and one mouth, dressed in thick jute, looked at her sternly as he raised the ladle to put a little Damentary on a plate. "It's duck and wasabi stew, miss." Pass her a little to see there is an eye that closes and opens in her plate, she panics to throw the plate and runs screaming as she puts her hand to

He caught her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. “A woman’s hands are precious. How can this be nothing? Let’s put some ointment on it.” The two of them were caught up in each other. The atmosphere between them was thick with intimacy. Yasmine thought her heart had long turned to stone, but it still twisted in pain. He said a woman’s hands were precious, but how many times had she told him her hands were cracked and raw from washing clothes and begged him for a simple jar of hand cream? He had bought one but had given it to Yara instead.

“There, she looks better now, right?” Her minions laughed. I looked up as she put the empty can of coke down. “What are you gonna do?” she taunted. “Ew, you better go wash up,” minion number two said. “You stink.” Oh, someone was about to stink alright. I rose to my feet and got hold of my tray. “That’s right, move alo–” Demi’s words turned into a horrified shriek as I dumped the contents of my tray on her. The cafeteria around us went deathly silent.

I knew that nothing I said would matter anymore, especially once our divorce was finalized. I shrugged and walked toward my room. “Just don’t touch my things.” "I made some pasta, Eloise. Want some?" Callum asked suddenly. Perhaps it was my calmness that surprised him, or maybe it was his belief that Hannah had gone too far. “The banquet tonight won’t have much to eat. You should at least have a little something now.”

I couldn’t stand it. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and into the kitchen. Coffee. Breakfast. Something. I scrambled eggs, toasted bread, sliced fruit into careful arrangements—anything to keep my hands busy, my mind numb. By the time Dema shuffled in, rubbing her lower back with a wince, the table was covered: fresh juice, her favorite almond croissants from the bakery down the street, even the stupid floral napkins she loved. She blinked. “Rami… what’s all this?” “Just felt like doing something nice.” My voice was too light.