Three Square Meals Literotica Novels & Stories

I glance at him, and not surprisingly, he’s looking at my meager lunch. “I…” I don’t really know what to say, so I just unwrap my sandwich. Before I’m even two bites into the sandwich, Ethan has pulled out another lunchbox like yesterday and unloads three different meals. The first is a chicken sandwich with mashed potatoes and green beans. The second is a loaded baked potato with pulled pork on top. The third is a steak with asparagus and some purple fruit on the side. Once they’re on the desk, he pushes the three meals toward me, saying, “Didn’t know which one you would like, so you can choose.”

His door was slightly opened as I pulled through to find him writing at the table with ink, his huge biceps looked dangerously endearing, making a rush of heat grow in my inner thighs. “Your meal is served.” “Where is Lolita?” “She left to be with her family and all day she has been working and asked me to help serve.” “Drop it at the table.” I placed it carefully at his table and turned to leave. “I didn't ask you to leave now.” he peers at the tray and then at me with a smirk, his perfectly built elbow resting on the table. “How sure am I you didn't poison my meal we fuck but we know we want to behead the other.”

While others just wanted to see what would happen next. By the time dinner rolled around that day, I already wanted to crawl out of my own skin. I sat at the long table with everyone else, trying to make myself small and invisible, but the whispers still didn’t stop like I hoped they would. They got louder here, echoing all over the whole place, mixing with the clatter of plates and cutlery. “She doesn’t deserve them.” “What are the triplets even thinking?” “Maybe she’s using them.”

"Fine. I’ll stay. But we need to have a real conversation." Her mother smiled through her tears. "Thank you, sweetheart. Let’s go sit down." The dinner table was laden with an impressive feast—roast beef, mashed potatoes, grilled vegetables, and an array of desserts that would make anyone’s mouth water. But for Lyra, the food might as well have been cardboard. She kept her eyes on her plate, determined to ignore the triplets sitting across from her. She could feel their gazes on her, their subtle attempts to engage her in conversation, but she wasn’t in the mood. Not after everything that had happened.

I bent over to pick up the tray and walked in, using my leg to jam the door behind me. ‘Thanks, Lucas.’ I thought to myself as I sat on my bed with my meal. It was a delightful blend of various dishes that awaited me. The plate featured venison steak, toasted nuts, roasted potatoes, and a medley of salads. I couldn't help but think, ‘Wow! These are some of my absolute favorite dishes.’ My stomach grumbled in agreement, and I hurriedly began to dig in, forgetting manners as I stuffed my mouth full as a moon vibrated in my throat.

" Well, you have to think fast. The trip is in three days time" Lucy bites her lips... Going back to eating her food.

Pancakes, eggs cooked every way, toast, fruit, bagels, cut up cheese and meats, cereal, sweet cakes, pretzels, sausages, hash browns, beans and different kind of juices and smoothies. Jane and I were star struck and looked at the table in a daze. “That's not cool man. I thought I was imagining this shit yesterday.” Jane said while putting her head in her hands. “Jane, with all that happened yesterday, you're mentally stronger than you think. I said I would do everything in my power to thank you for saving Tris. That at least starts with the truth.” Damon said to us. “Please eat.” He added. He took a barstool opposite of us and looked at us expectantly. “Yes sir.” Jane said, making an army ge

I have a feeling that I might point to some things she doesn’t want to talk about. I opened her lunch bag and saw it has three different kinds of boxes. Woah, I only have one, and it was packed with rice and dishes altogether. The first one is rice. The second one is veggies, but unlike mine, it was like sautéed in some sauce topped with sesame seeds. The last one is a steak. A big chunk of beef turned into steak. It’s still hot. How can someone have lunch this grand? We could only eat steak at least twice a month if my dad wants us to eat at a restaurant. I looked at her, and she was already munching my lunch. Should I eat this? I feel bad since my lunch didn’t cost that much.

Sophia sighs and shakes her head as her left leg starts to shake uncontrollably "What's wrong?" Jacob asked "I'm tired of ordering pizza for lunch all the time. It makes me feel fat" Sophia replied "You are not fat,babe" "I know I'm just saying that it makes me feel fat" "So,what do you wanna eat for lunch today?" Jacob asked "I want a cold cut wrap with a nice bowel of salad and some ice cold water" Sophia replied "A cold cut wrap?" Jacob asked

There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million." Whoever it was must really want the money that the person forgot to impersonate me. It was my habit to end my sentences with an ellipsis. However, whoever was messaging Lori had forgotten about it. Lori finally realized something was wrong. She typed in three question marks before asking, "Are you really Chad? Why does it feel like you're not him?" Lori sent the message, but there was no reply. She looked flustered and started mumbling, "This isn't possible. Chad is fine. Someone must have used