Three Square Meals Literotica Novels & Stories

… smile… he said The most unique five letter word It’s so bright that it makes the world go round …beauty, I said Everyone loves it but it fades with time … water. he said You quench my thirst You feel me with desire My life would end without you. …food… I said You.. wait a minute Olivia, you did not touch your breakfast. Big bro, I am not hungry.

Blake scanned my face and I could tell he wanted to say something else. “What is it?” I asked him, panicking. “Nothing it's nothing. Let’s eat". “Is she here?” I whispered as we walked up to the pit. “Oh god no" Blake laughed “they hate each other". “Not that much to have three kids" I muttered as Stacey waved to me.

“Fuel in your tank, huh? You're thinking of this like a mission.” “I am on a mission,” I reply, my eyes locked on his. “And missions require strategy, teamwork, and sustenance.” Liam nods, a hint of approval in his voice. “Alright, let's get you fed. What's your fuel of choice?” “Something greasy, cheesy, and utterly regrettable,” “I think I can arrange that. Pizza, burgers, or tacos?” “All three.” *** Fifteen minutes later, I'm scarfing down my weight in food, barely caring that I'm making a mess. Three days of being out cold, plus a gun-to-the-head wake-up call, deserves a serious food coma.

I handed her the itinerary for tonight's pack event and walked out of the hall without a second glance. After all, Blake and I were just bonded by a three-year contract. And now that it was ending and he'd found someone else to take my place, I felt nothing but relief. Back at the house we shared, I started packing. Three years had gone by in a blur. I stared at the wall covered in photos from the past 18 pack events I'd planned. I felt a little dazed. I was Blake's fated mate, but he never wanted me. For the sake of the pack's stability, he made a three-year agreement with me.

He was pleased to see that, as he didn't like women who always put themselves on top. Their dinner was rich with four dishes and one spare ribs with brown sauce, griddle-cooked bamboo shoots,tofu with tomato juice, steamed meat, mushroom soup and beans porridge. After Lola Li sat down on the table with Liam Si, Mrs May was about to leave to do something else, "Mrs May please have a seat and join us for dinner" Lola Li said and cautiously had a glance at Liam Si ,who was eating a piece of spare ribs in an unhurried manner, wondering if it is appropriate.

By day three, Maya has developed a close personal relationship with the inventory spreadsheet in her head. It has columns. It has projections. It has the grim emotional energy of a wedding seating plan prepared during a hostage situation. “Breakfast,” she says, placing two protein bars on the folding table like she’s serving tiny beige steaks. Dex looks at his. “Half?” “Half.” “It’s breakfast.” “It’s apocalypse breakfast. Very exclusive. Terrible reviews.” He picks it up, frowning. “I’m hungry.”

I grasp her meaning and shake my head; ‘Cora, you really are an animal’; I laugh with her. ‘And don’t ever forget it. Which reminds me, get your arse to dinner. You promised Nate a whole lot of loving if he saved who he could,’ she reminds me. I find a new lease of energy as I lead the group to the packhouse. Lottie has made some classic meals, and I treat myself to a large helping of shepherd’s pie, corned-beef hash, and lasagne. I’m starving, but I also know I will need extra energy later.

“I've prepared something special today, something that will tantalize your taste buds and transport you to a world of flavors.” Charlett prepares a sumptuous meal for the pack members, consisting of steak, potatoes, yams, and green beans. She meticulously sets the table with multiple plates, ensuring that everyone has enough to eat and enjoy. Her attention to detail and culinary skills are clear in the delicious aroma that fills the room. Making everyone's mouth water, anticipating the feast that awaits them.

"I will call both of them to meet, and then you will reject them one after the other in my presence. I will not let you be alone with them. Once that is done, I am certain that you will not feel this way again." Anna thought about how she was going to face Matt and Evans and felt even more guilty. She closed her eyes. "This is going to be very difficult," she said. Alex stroked her hair, "I know it's unusual that you have three mates. I have personally never heard of it before, and... I'm ashamed to even talk about it in public. Otherwise, I would have Perhaps gotten to know more about it. However, this is for the best. I cannot share you, just as I would not ask you to share me."

And that was all that mattered for now. Today, I'd cooked three meals for lunch—yes, three. A creamy mushroom risotto, a tangy lemon butter chicken, and a fresh tomato tart with goat cheese. Lola had helped by tossing handfuls of shredded cheese at the tart and declaring it “done” with a proud little dance.