The Mad Rose Menu Novels & Stories

I said to the waiter after ticking all my options and then I handed it over to him. “Hmmm, I can’t decide, do I go for salty mashed potatoes or sour creme?” Rose asked me without taking her eyes off the menu. “The sour creme is a great choice,” I answered while sipping my water. “You think so?” she asked again, lifting her eyebrows as she closed the menu. “Yes” “Alright, I want the salty mashed potatoes and lobsters” She ordered flashing her pretty pearly teeth at the young waiter who was blushing in response.

Linda groaned, "Rose, what did you get from the restaurant? The aroma is good. It's making me drool." "Really? I'm so hungry I just want to gulp it all down. I don't remember the name of the dish, but once you enter the restaurant, and walk to the counter where the waitress is, there's a blue-colored menu there. I picked the one with drumsticks." "Thanks, Rose. I'll make sure to try it out."

“The secret’s in the marinade. A mix of rosemary, thyme, and a touch of lemon.” Meera inhales deeply. “It smells amazing, Rose. Sorry, Nat. We’re ditching the diet chart for this week.” “Of course,” I say. Rose disappears back into the kitchen for a moment before returning with a large bowl of creamy mashed potatoes. “And here we have some good old-fashioned mashed potatoes,” she says, placing it beside the chicken. Next, Rose brings out a vibrant salad, a mix of fresh greens, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, and a sprinkle of feta cheese. “A light garden salad to balance things out,” she explains. “The dressing is a simple vinaigrette—olive oil, balsamic, and a hint of Dijon mustard.”

“Then what do you like to eat? We can go to your favorite restaurant if you don’t like this one.” Rose shook her head and said, “Forget it. To be honest, I understand why you come to see me. Your family force you to come here, right?” Harry said nothing. He just looked at her tenderly. Then Rose handed the menu to the waiter and said, “That’s all. And please bring me a cup of Jasmine tea.”

"Wouldn't you warn them too?" "No, there's nothing wrong with their food. It's just yours" "Wait, was this planned?" "Maybe. Oh, and try to not move too much else the chair would break and don't take the juice, it has hot sauce in it" "And all of this, just for me?" "I promise you Harley orchestrated the whole thing"

"Please? Just let me do this, maybe you can treat me fully later but for now, let me add to it." Earl understands. She just wants to be comfortable so he nods. "Fine. Just for today." "Just for today." "Thanks a lot. Give me a minute to peruse the menu." He nods and lets her take her time. Soon enough, she sets it down. "I'll take the Rosé Pasta, Sirloin steak, mashed potatoes and a glass of non alcoholic cocktail." "Wow. You keep blowing my mind." He states and stands up to make the order. He's back and he takes his seat. "While we wait for the very efficient chef and his staff to make the food, how's the little sunshine?"

Concentrate, don’t ruin the big night, Mark. “Steak with sauce and mushrooms. Dig in,” I say. “Hope you like it.” Rose takes her knife and fork and cuts a small part, and puts it in her mouth. She closes her eyes and moans while she chews the food. I get hard instantly. Fuck! If she continues to do this, I won’t be able to control myself. I will take her to the bed and … concentrate, Mark! I clear my troath. “Do you like the food?” I ask.

It's the freshest flowers I've ever received from Maddox; they probably pick them from the island's flower farm. "Anything for you." Maddox helps me sit in my chair, and then he sits opposite of me. He hands me the menu, I take it, trying to understand what's in it that I think would be best for me. The menu list is quite strange to me; it's giving me a headache contemplating each recipe. "Mad, can you choose for me?" I said, not hiding a little distress in my face as I looked at him. "No problem, baby, I got you."

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

"You can order for us." She didn't hesitate. "Alright! Let's get the… signature beef stew, pasta with marinara sauce, pork ribs, and meatloaf. Next, something lighter… Give me a roasted vegetable medley. As for soup, do you have lentil soup?" "Yes, we do!" the waiter answered. Madison was quite well-informed about the cuisine. The last dish wasn't even on the menu. Soon, the dishes were served. Madison also had the waiter bring over some sparkling water cocktails. "Let's raise our drinks and toast Joli for his successful PhD admission!"