Who Ate My Cheese Novels & Stories

Cheese cake. We were eating bread pakodha. " aaj toh bhagwan Ne bacha liya Warna you marwa hi diya tha Tumne " Mr. Cheese cake said. ( today God saved us or you would have got us killed) " oh hello Tumhe bhagwan NE nhi Maine bachaya hai " I said. (oh hello I saved you not God) " Huh? Kese? " he questioned (Huh? How?) " I made sure that we were not in front of the CCTV cameras, " I said he made his face in O shape I laughed so hard looking at his expression.

I really shouldn’t of ate that last two cheese burgers and 10 chicken nuggets. “ Briella, are you okay?” He asked placing a hand on my shoulder The two goons come inside behind me laughing “ I knew she couldn’t eat all that.” Erik laughed leaning against the door frame “ what?” My mom said looking at me confused “ she made Erik stop at McDonald’s and she ate 20 chicken nuggets and 5 cheese burgers.” Cheered Hunter “ she’s a champ I don’t understand why you guys are laughing” he groaned rolling his eyes at the other two

I select a piece and take a bite and… Oh, holy heaven!!! I'm basically gooey. My eyes all but roll into the back of my head and I sigh like I’ve just dipped the most succulent chunk of lobster meat into rich, drawn butter and popped it into my mouth. Really… WTAF??! My gaze snaps to Grayson. He smirks. Quite superiorly. (With due merit.) “What have you created here?” I demand. “A unique blend of six cheeses with very exclusive heirloom tomatoes, all from our European region. The bread is also from home.”

“Sorry about that.” “No worries,” he assured her as he cut into the still gooey cheese and smeared it on a cracker. He handed it to her. “Ladies first.” She took the cracker and had to lick the cheese off the sides where it was sliding off before popping it in her mouth. Levi’s mouth went dry and his hands froze as he watched her. When did eating cheese and crackers become so erotic? He gave himself a little shake and started smearing cheese on a cracker for himself. He couldn’t suppress a small groan when the funky, melted cheese and sweet dates hit his tongue.

I whispered and opened the bag of food, which contained a cheeseburger and hot dogs. Staring at the food, I realized he didn't know I didn't like hot dogs, and I wondered how long we must have dated that he couldn't notice that I didn't eat it. Slowly, I picked up the cheeseburger and took a bite of it into my mouth and chewed slowly while his gaze was still on me. I took another bite of the cheeseburger and totally avoided his gaze. “You don't eat hot dogs?” he asked, “Yes.” I replied and took a bite of the cheeseburger into my mouth.

The cheese puffs hit the floor, and I slowly chew the remaining bits in my mouth. I’m annoyed my puffs are all over the floor. I had dreams about them, and I finally had a taste. The world feels as if it’s crumbling as I watch the last Cheeto skid to a stop at Cree’s feet. I seriously thought about grabbing it. I mean, there is a five-second rule. But I’m worried that he might strangle me for hitting him where the sun doesn’t shine if I go near him. So I refrain from listening to my grumbling stomach and focus on Cree’s aggravated expression.

He tossed it to Rich, who nearly howled in delight. “Vern’s String Cheese Whips . . . no frickin’ way! Are you kidding me?” “Dig in, man.” Richard tucked his beer between his legs, pulling out his keys and using the big Chevrolet key to puncture the plastic wrap. He tore into it, grinning, at last pulling a single pencil-thin length of mozzarella cheese from the package. He held it up like a twisted rope of spaghetti, marveling and still murmuring, “No frickin’ way,” under his breath. “I haven’t tasted these in ten years or more.” He put his head back and dangled it loop by loop into his open mouth, and began to chew.

“You should try some.” I started walking toward the kitchen, and he followed. It seems like even killers get hungry, too. I brought out cheese, bread, canned tomatoes, and a few other things, then whipped up grilled cheese and soup. I tasted it, and it was heavenly. “Here you go. Have some yourself. Don’t worry, I didn’t poison it. You saw the entire process.” Now, this man is shameless. He actually took a bite, must be a hungry killer. “Hmmmm,” he made that yummy sound, which made me chuckle.

But it’s different when it comes to cheese. My love for cheese is out of this world that people might think I’m weird. “Please enjoy your meal,” Mavis said with a wide smile on her face. “Mavis! We need to go; you want to watch the contest, right?” Another girl from their kitchen called Mavis, making her disappear quickly from our vision. Anyway, let’s eat all these foods! I started gobbling on my food, not minding that Ezra was staring at me with a smile as if he were my father, who was proud of me. Why is he acting like that again? Does it make him proud to see me eating like this?

He chuckled and started to dig in. "What are you waiting for? Eat." He said and I nodded. I smiled widely and pulled the cheese first. I twirled the cheese and gave it to Matthew. He looked at it confused. "Aaaa." I opened my mouth and gestured to him to open his mouth. He opened it and I put the cheese into his mouth. "Thankyou.." I said and he nodded. "Eat.." He said and I nodded excitedly. I started to dig in and it's so good.