The Leftovers Series Novels & Stories

"Okay," Edmund and the others had left together, so only Larissa was in the main house. This New Year's Eve dinner was sumptuous, and the table was adorned with a wide array of dishes. As the six of them had not consumed much, there was a considerable amount of leftovers. Larissa felt uncertain about how to handle them, as Kevan had not provided clear instructions. Just as she was in a dilemma, Ben came over with some maids, and they discarded the leftovers into the trash. When they were about to throw the pie, Larissa stopped them. "Ben, can I take this away?"

Gisselle's eyelid twitched, "If we can't finish it, we can put it in the refrigerator, it won't go bad!" Broderick glanced at her and said, "Obviously you don't often read popular science articles. Experts have said that eating leftover food can easily cause cancer. There was an old man recently who ate leftover food every day for decades and eventually died of stomach cancer. The doctor said it was because of eating leftover food that he only lived to be over seventy years old." Chelsea... Over seventy ... Is it possible that whether he eats leftovers or not doesn't have much impact? Gisselle sneered, "Experts used to say that people shouldn't drink carbonated beverages, claiming that those

"Thanks, Emily but please let him know I am not hungry” Emily bows again before walking away. I retreat inside the room, closing the door behind me. I look around my room and found everything the same as it was before the day I left for Lupus High. It’s funny that I’ve been in here a while ago and never have I ever get a chance to glance around. I guess with my earlier embarrassing state I totally forgot to. I smile to myself as I move to open the curtains.

“You can hang out with your friends longer as long as you return before 11:00 p.m. Dani is still too young. I can’t put her to bed.” “Well… There are a lot of leftovers. I’ll bring some over for everyone.” Freya was nervous. She was afraid Mrs. Lynch would overthink. “We can’t finish the food anyway.” Mrs. Lynch glared at her. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? These are all leftovers. We could’ve kept some aside before eating…” “I didn’t think of it then,” Freya explained weakly. Mrs. Lynch took a few containers out. She filled them with baked potatoes, chicken chop, pork ribs, and steak…

When Luca returned to Chicago, he realized for the first time how empty the Moretti penthouse was. My old bedroom remained untouched. In a drawer, Luca found ledger notes in my neat handwriting, with tiny trunk sketches in the corners. He had never noticed them before. That night, he smoked until dawn with the ruby cuff I had refused beside his hand. Vito Moretti pushed the door open and frowned at his son. "You're ruining yourself over the unimpressive Bellini daughter?"

He nods enthusiastically. “Lets finish dinner,” I insist. We settle back into our seats to eat our Italian take-out. A tension still fills the air, but it’s lessened. Once we finish, Michael surprises me by clearing the table. He gives me a small smile as he leans in to grab my plate. I survey his backside as he disappears into the kitchen. I stare after him lost in my thoughts. I hear the water running and the sounds of dishes being washed. I stand and make my way to the living room. Michael joins me shortly and stands in front of me. I look up at him in curiosity.