Three Square Meals Literotica Novels & Stories

She looked back at the photographs again and neither of them had an answer yet. The next morning arrived with toast, scrambled eggs and Lena asking whether cereal qualified as soup if enough milk was added. Theo informed her it did not. Nora placed another slice of toast onto Lena's plate. "Eat." "I am eating." "You've taken three bites." "I'm pacing myself." Theo looked at her plate. "You've been pacing yourself for twelve minutes." Before Lena could defend herself, Marta's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and answered immediately. "Hello?"

“I—” I opened my mouth, ready to refuse again, but the sound from my stomach cut me off. A growling noise, like the roar of a monster, interrupted the argument. Heat crept up my cheeks as I realized my body had betrayed me at the worst possible moment. Ryder was still staring at me, and I swore the corner of his mouth twitched as if he were holding back a smile. I crossed my arms over my chest and avoided their gaze, swallowing my embarrassment. When was the last time I ate? I couldn't remember. My mind was filled with all sorts of terrible thoughts, and my appetite had vanished. I couldn't sit here while my triplets were starving out there.

Everyone laughed as I walked to the dining table. I pulled out the chair beside Mel, deliberately skipping the one beside the alpha. After our rather short kiss this afternoon, I had to pull my thoughts together. He had to know that one kiss didn't change anything. I was not sure I wanted him back in my life again. "Oh my goddess. Are we having one of your famous three course meals?!" I cried out, when I saw the table was littered with all my favourite meals. Starting from the curry coated mushroom soup appetizer, to the fried rice and grilled turkey and catsfish main meal, then sumptous desserts of my favorite fruit parfaits and cupcakes! This was heaven on earth!

She apparently didn't quite believe Liams request was so simple. "Of course, if you think this request is not enough, I can add a few more, such as..." "No, no.. That's enough." Rita quickly interrupted the man's words and pulled out a stool to sit down. Then, she picked up a bowl of rice and hurriedly took a few bites. Because she was focus on eating, she didn't notice that Liam smiled at her for a second. While eating, Rita secretly counted the lunch boxes on the table, six dishes and a bowl of soup, as well as a dessert. There were eight dishes in total. Indeed, it was a little wasteful for one person to eat them.

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

Several of them were clearly pre-packaged meals, and the fruit juice was obviously made from syrup. My mom picked up her cutlery and poked at one of the seafood dishes. Then, she commented, “The veins in these shrimps are black, and the meat is mushy. These shrimps have clearly been frozen and thawed repeatedly. “This braised pork isn’t fresh either. “You’re charging ten thousand dollars for garbage food that’s worse than what you’d find at a roadside truck!” My mom’s voice grew louder and louder. It drew the attention of people at several nearby tables.

"Dinner? There is a place around the corner." "We would love that." The restaurant was small. Cuban food. Loud music. Sofia colored on the menu. June talked about her work. The hospital. The patients. The ones who made it and the ones who did not. Anna talked about Oregon. Her students. The ones who reminded her of herself. Victoria talked about the bookstore. The regulars. The cat who slept on the romance novels. Liam did not talk much. He watched. Listened. Smiled when Sofia showed him her drawing.

After the call I sat at the island for a few more minutes. Sophia set a bowl in front of me. Something she and Mrs. Carter had made, warm and substantial, the specific food of someone who understood that significant mornings required lunch that did actual work. I looked at the bowl and then at her. “Eat,” she said. Simply. I ate. The kitchen was warm and ordinary. The legal document was in the court system doing its irreversible work. Outside the Wednesday city moved at its continuous indifferent pace. Inside, three women occupied a kitchen in the house that had been built on concealment and were building something honest inside it, one meal and one document and one conversation at a time.

"Okay. Then come have dinner with us." My stomach dropped. "I don't think—" My stomach chose that exact moment to let out a loud, betraying growl. "Lucas made risotto. Mushroom and truffle oil. He's annoyingly good at it." She rolled her eyes affectionately. "And before you say no, you've been hiding in here for two hours and you haven't eaten anything except that sad protein bar you grabbed this morning. I heard the wrapper. You need real food." I opened my mouth, then closed it again. Damn it.

Lev’s POV The sound of the metal scrapping against the concrete woke me up. Someone kicked the bowl with my meal inside my dungeon. That means it’s breakfast time. Counting the meals is the only way to make sense of time spent here. They brought me three meals daily, and I got my three rations before I fell asleep last night. So, this fourth meal marks a new day. One in so many days spent here.