Unspeakable Snacks Novels & Stories

“Nothing you tell me will change my two ideas. Buy this station, take that stranger and take it to me. And buy some very greasy snack to contain my stress.” “How about a quick ride to Mc Donalds?” asked Breno, giving a gentle smile towards me. I shrugged. My favorite snacks were always the ones my security guards found on the corner snack bars. Expensive places were always miserable when it came to food. “It's not a lunch that some nutritionist would approve, but at least it will make our hearts happy.”

Soon enough Jack returned with a big package of potato chips and ice cream in a fancy package. He placed it before her and Aysel smiled brightly when she saw the full bag of potato chips and ice cream before her on the table. With a wide smile, Aysel reached for the ice cream on the golden middle table before her. "But Ma’am, I still don't think this is good for your health. If our boss returns he will be really mad at us, especially me who got you these unhealthy snacks,” Jack said, feeling uneasy about it, knowing how much Anthony cared for Aysel’s health.

I did not sign up to have a front row seat to a ménage à trois or whatever the hell this was. A warlock walked around selling snacks to one of the top-tier inmates watching the show for their leisure. I watched in utter disgust as he handed a medium carton of snacks to a demon. Pop Eyes. It read. Snacks that were literal fresh human eyeballs. The demon picked up one and chewed on it. There were other snacks in the trolley, such as human fried fingers, vampire blood, and other things that I didn’t even want to know. I averted my gaze.

Great, then I make my move," I said forcing a pretence smile. Hannah quickly touched the door and ran inside. I walked towards the door that leads to the kitchen and my feet smacked against the tile as I walked the kitchen. A grin slips across my face as I pass the spot where I stood earlier. I stopped and looked at the place where she stood and I was teasing her. She hid behind the door. "I know you've been ogling us for what reasons I don't know." I look around the room and try to remember why I’m in there. Snacks. I’m here for drinks and snacks. I busy myself making two drinks, just in case, and then checking out the snacks, wondering if I should add any. There are weird crackers, unsalte

Her usual in my unsual abode. At times, I wondered how the hell can one woman eat those sugary muffins but whom was I kidding! This was the unpredictable and unbeatable Serena, I was talking of. Ofcourse, That crazy and shocking woman can eat anything. Maybe a crocodile else well and she wouldn't even make an eww face, seeing that thing. Yuk!! The ultimate word, came to my mind as I thought about her eating a crocodile. Gosh!! I will never let her eat animals. It's so unhygienic and unhealthy to consume roasted animals.

Julie said, setting the first one back on the seat and picking out the next. Julie's eyes lit up when she opened it, and her odd smile turned into a cute giggle. Low fat ice-cream, dark chocolate, coconut chips, apple slices, homemade cookies, a pack of marshmallows, chocolate-covered Pretzel, Scones, Energy drinks, Gourmet snack bar, Lemon candy, Organic milk, Strawberry Brownies, Organic Gummy bears and more. "Do you like them?" Steven asked, hoping that he did not go overboard with his purchase.

I was standing in Aisle 4, staring at a box of Glitter-Puffs. They were neon pink, coated in a crystalline sugar that looked like it could power a small city, and featured a cartoon unicorn that looked high on its own supply. In the world of Oakwood Estates, this box was a war crime. We were a neighborhood of sprouted grains, kale-infused smoothies, and "ancient grain" puffs that tasted like lightly seasoned drywall.

“Winnie was right, I shouldn’t be snacking in the office. From today onwards, I will adhere to the company rules very strictly! “Winnie, I’m not highly educated. I can’t say anything else. If you ask me not to snack, I will stop doing it. I’m just a salesperson!” “It’s good that you know your mistakes! Since this isn’t the first mistake you’ve made, the management has decided to demote you to the position of a regular sales employee. “This is our new director, Brandon Miller. He’s a real genius, and I believe he’d be able to bring us to new heights!”

"How is that not enough time to buy something appropriate? God, I'm done." I jabbed a finger toward the cups. "Starting tomorrow, I'm not making you lunch until you finish all 100 cups of your favorite super-spicy mac 'n' cheese. You'll love that, won't you? You like them better than the meals I make for you anyway."