The Mad Rose Menu Novels & Stories

The replied as they left Leaving the menu. Daniel then Handed the Menu over to Rose " Why don't you order what you want to eat. " " Oh... " Rose replied. Later she ordered some light deserts and CEO Daniel did the same. They decided to chat a little to pass time as their food was just about to be prepared.

Vladimir’s jaw tensed as He looked but He kept his expression neutral and ordered dinner for them. "Two black truffle risottos, a side of grilled scallops, and whatever wine she likes," He said coldly, eyes boring into the man’s soul. The waiter nodded, lips twitching into a polite smile, and left. Rose bit her lower lip and looked down. Vladimir shifted his attention to his wife now. “What have you been thinking, Rose?” Startled, she raised her eyes and shook her head. “Oh! Nothing just…”

Creamy and simply magical. Drystan gripped the cutleries from the stand. “Here,” he mumbled, glaring at her with satisfaction. Rosealba took the fork from him, her smile never failing. These past few minutes had changed her life in ways she couldn’t quite express. “Do you like the meal? I singlehandedly picked them outside the menu.” Rosealba glanced at the Tiramisu. A sweet bun stuffed with whipped cream. “I love them,” she replied with a giggle, heart swelling with more gratitude than she could express.

“Dry-aged ribeye and filet mignon, sir, grilled to your preferred doneness. For guests who prefer something lighter, we also offer wild mushroom risotto.” Cleopatra’s fingers rested lightly on the edge of the menu as she listened. Once, just briefly, her eyes lifted, meeting Calvin’s intent, unreadable stare before lowering again. “Please, take your time,” the waiter said softly as he poured wine into their glasses with practiced precision. Calvin closed the menu. “We’ll have the ribeye steak, garnished with rosemary and served with potatoes and sauce.” His head tilted slightly toward Cleopatra. “Is that acceptable to you?”

The guests would start arriving within the hour. We returned to the hall as the musicians tuned their instruments. The fiddler plucked a string, winced, and twisted the peg until it rang true. Solenne intercepted me near the kitchen door, thrusting a parchment under my hand. “Final menu,” she announced. “No substitutions.” I scanned the list—roasted lamb with rosemary, wild mushroom tart, honeyed pears and strawberry cake. “It’s perfect,” I said, handing it back. She strode off with glee.

Their banquet area is exquisite and they offer five course meals to large parties, which will be a true treat for everyone. Or, well, it would be, once we decide on the menu. I am currently in the test kitchen of the Rosalin Hotel. Normally people aren't allowed back there, but they made an exception since I am such a high profile client. "And I'm telling you that the foie gras appetizer will be served on a crostini with caramelized apple confit and balsamic reduction! We have given you options for the menu already!" Head Chef John argues. I sigh, looking at the dish.

"She'll take the lobster omelette. No — the soufflé au Grand Marnier. And a side of the caviar blinis." I blink. "Cortney —" "Shh." She doesn't look up. "And for me? The eggs Drumkilbo. And a silver platter of those berries. The ones with the edible flowers." She hands the menu back. The waiter bows slightly. "Excellent choice, madam." He disappears. I stare at her. "You just ordered me tea, Cortney. Tea. And you got all the fun stuff." "Should I remind you that you have a very weak stomach, Chancé?"

As if summoned, two maids brought food and laid it directly in front of Rose. "Boss wanted to make you feel comfortable here. So he asked us to cook everything that you would love to eat. See, everything here is something you would prefer from other dishes" Lola chatted with Rose while serving food on her plate. It's a five-course meal with a salad, soup, appetizers, main course, and desserts. Rose noticed that everything on the table was to her liking. 'He always looked so aloof and disinterested. But how did he notice so much about me? I never shared all these details with him. But still, he knows what I love to eat and what I don't' Rose thought, feeling her stomach flutter.

he said to the maid on stand by. "Well... It didn't take much time sir." Rose replied. "Good to know." He took a seat. "Can we actually finish this?" I muttered, finally turning to the food. The maids had prepared a feast: crispy chicken, rice, soup, salad, and a dozen other things that smelled incredible. "So, what is all this?" I asked without even staring at her. "A twelve-course meal—or close to it," Rose explained, looking proud. "Were you a cook at a restaurant?" I asked, genuinely impressed.

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut