The Toast Surprise Novels & Stories

Nothing is going to happen to her, she has me, Adrian, Santiago and everyone else in this pack protecting her by obligation and soon, by oath. Camilla runs up to us, six slices of toast on the plate, one more burnt than the other but some look good enough to be edible. My lips curve into a grin, Adrian's too, watching how excited she is proudly like a mother on her child's first big milestone. She slides the plate towards us and frowns, “I was doing fine at first but then it stopped working well.” she says, referring to the toaster as it.

"Who says that rich people don't eat toast? There's a total spoiled princess in my dorm with a 10,000-dollar allowance. I think her family owns some kind of company. "When I last had toast in the dorm, she came over and asked me what it was because she was curious. I told her it was toast, and she said that she'd never had any and wanted to try some, so I gave her a bite. That bite made her eat toast for the rest of the week! She had different spreads on it every single day!" "Wouldn't she get sick of eating it for a week?" "Maybe it's because she's never eaten it before. That's why she could eat it without getting sick of it. I guess everyone thinks that toast is delicious!"

She caught me up as I reached the toaster, still smiling, still grateful, still in my shirt. “Toast is awesome.” I smirked as I got the bread ready. “Hardly comparable to your delicious pizza slices last night. I have a lot to make up for.” “I’ll bring you more next time. You’ll have to give me your menu choices. And I’ll do you a stuffed crust. How about that?” Next time. I didn’t respond. The toaster popped up the crappy white toast and I slathered cheap spreadable butter on for her. You’d think I was a Michelin-starred chef by the way she gave an mmm as she tucked in. I scoffed at that.

The clerks come with all the boxes and distribute them among all the employees. Samuel goes back into his cabin. An automatic smile curves on my face as I watch him and it widens even more when I open the box. It's almond butter toast with honey and mustard. "Weird!" Cooper rolls his eyes. "Such a weird combo. Isn't it?" "No—" I'm almost about to say that this is my favourite breakfast. But I don't speak out. Most of the employees are confused with this weird combo for sure. Samuel! He didn't forget it. He didn't forget anything.

it was time for the toast. We heard a glass clink and it was mum. Wait, is mum the one who is going to make toast now?. That really was unexpected. Celine and I looked at each other's faces and smiled when we realized we both were at the same pace. Mum stood up holding her champagne glass and cleared her throat before speaking. "Hey everyone. It's time for the toast." Mum said with a cool tone and everyone responded with loud applause. "Mum's acting cool," Celine whispered beside my ear.

Emma said, clearly irritated. "Yes, boss," Lucy spoke, coming into view. "What did you use in making this toast?" I asked. "Bread, eggs, some hot sauce, and tomatoes." "Did you just say tomatoes?" I asked, trying to steady myself—before finally collapsing onto the floor. "What’s happening?" Emma asked, panic in her voice. "He has a tomato allergy," Abel said urgently.

"All your favorites. Cinnamon toast, one egg over easy and crispy bacon." "Wow. It's like the best day ever." I reached for a piece of toast. "Under other circumstances, I'd ask you if I'm dying or something, but we both know the answer to that." "Nice, Nate." She exhaled as though in annoyance, but I could tell it was more bluff than anything else. "Just enjoy your food, and then maybe-" She was interrupted by a loud knock at the front door, and she jumped up, smiling big. "That might be your surprise. Be right back."

I padded into the kitchen, barefoot, the marble floor cool against my toes. Kyl stood by the stove, shirtless, hair a mess. He held a spatula like it was a weapon he didn’t trust, and the toaster behind him was emitting a thick, black curl of smoke. “Morning,” I said softly. He turned, startled. “Shit. I was trying to surprise you with breakfast.” I blinked at the toast curling into a cinder behind him. “You succeeded. I’m shocked.” He chuckled, then reached over and yanked the plug from the toaster. “It’s not my skillset.”

at them and expected it to work. Abel stood across from Alice, arms folded, jaw tight. Alice, meanwhile, looked personally offended by the state of the breakfast. “You burned it,” she accused dramatically, pointing at the barely-recognizable toast. “It popped up early!” Abel defended, equally dramatic. “The toaster is faulty!” Alice turned to me when she noticed I was watching, throwing her arms up. “Emma, look at this!” I smiled. “A culinary masterpiece.” Abel finally cracked a grin. Alice did not.

The bitterness coats my tongue with perfect warmth. She pulls out a loaf of bread and pops two slices into the toaster. She does it with so much flair you’d think she’s on a cooking show. The bread crackles as it browns. We eat standing up at the counter. The toast is crunchy and dripping with butter. Sophie turns it into a game. She balances crumbs on the tip of her nose and wiggles until they tumble off. Her giggle fills the room like sunshine. I can’t help but laugh with her.