Who Ate My Cheese Novels & Stories

"How am I supposed to survive anorexia?" The top comment read, "Get yourself a boyfriend who's a chef! My husband changes up the menu every single day of the year, and even the apples he slices for me are always shaped like little bunnies. I've basically fallen in love with food because of him!" A netizen gushed, "Whoa! Where do you even find a gem like that?"

As if a fish bone stuck in my throat was being washed down, I felt relieved. “Hurry and eat it before it cools down.” Alpha Damien insisted. I immediately scooped up the cheese lasagna with my fork and put a hearty bite into my mouth. Just the thought of escape erased the nervous thoughts of Henry Johnson out of my mind and no longer affected my appetite. With the return of my appetite, I chewed the three types of cheese, and my hardened brain broke free so that the compliments were able to spill out of my lips like a waterfall. Alpha Damien sat next to me with his mouth shut and watched me with unmoving eyes. As always, after a few moments, he ran out of the room.

“Eat up. I’m starving.” Matt dug into the cheesy goodness, practically moaning at how she’d managed to make the cheese both crispy and gooey. He hadn’t had a grilled cheese since he was a kid. “This is amazing.” He glanced at the sandwich again. “I didn’t even know I had red onion in the fridge. Wait, is this Gouda? How the hell did you find Gouda around here?” “I have special powers. What do you eat every night, though, pizza? Wings?”

Jake shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. I nodded, agreeing with him. “Just remove some of it.” Alex said as he bit into a second slice. He was not really a fan of cheese too but he sometimes ate along with Jake and me so he got used to having this pizza occasionally. “How? It’s all melted.” Connor asked as he scanned his slice. “That’s good for us.” I smirked triumphantly. Connor glared at me before going back to scraping some of the cheese off his slice. “Let me get those.” Jake picked the cheese from Connor’s plate and ate it before throwing a cheeky smile at Connor whose face turned bitter.

Waylon rolled his eyes, “You did not ruin it Honey, it just started and you know as well as I do that your health comes first, stay here while I get you something to drink.” Dante nodded, “Can you get me something to eat too? Something that has cheese in it.” Waylon smirked, “So Evelyne is going to be a cheese baby?” Dante nodded shyly, “I think so.” * Waylon returned with two bottles of water, a packet of fruit gummies and three corn dogs, one cheese as his mate asked for it. Dante looked at the stuff Waylon bought and frowned, picking up a corn dog with no mustard and tomato sauce, he bit down on it and pulled but as he pulled, it didn’t break, instead it had a cheese pull.

"Eat this!" The woman was then looking at the food suspiciously. “What happens if I eat it? Will I be poisoned and die slowly?” "You will die if you don't eat." Acknowledging the truth of Adam's words, Amber was silent. With a heavy heart, she took a bite. "Gosh! Why is it this good? I shouldn't have played hard to get," Amber thought before glancing at Mister Cold. The man seemed to be waiting for a response. "Did you cook it yourself?" the woman asked in disbelief.

I might not look like it, but I've got a first-class degree in media management and a PhD in journalism. “But, before I listen to your proposal I have a question for you." I needed an answer to a certain question that has been disturbing my mind. “Okay... what's your question?“ Drew asked. “Who the hell ate my fucking Pizza?" ~~~~ If you asked me to name a dish I'd eat over and over again. it would have been that one. Coq Au Vin Blane! Not only for the reasons you'd assume but also because that incredibly warming meal is like a delicious hug in a bowl and it made my entire apartment smell like home.

I said and Chance grabbed the parmesan cheese on the kitchen table. "You hate parmesan cheese." He's right but I've been craving it. "Yeah, it's Leah's. She left it yesterday." I lied because I can't make other excuses without him being suspicious. I poured my tomate pasta to a plate and cursed under my breath for not being able to eat it with parmesan. "You're going to eat all of it?" He asked as I brought my big plate to my dining table. "Yeah, why?" I asked as I sat down.

Everyone found it odd. Felicia's expression seemed to want to say more, but she tightly gripped the piece of cheese in her hand. The Old Madam's gaze glanced over briefly as she asked, "What's wrong?" Felicia's eyebrows slightly furrowed, showing unease, "This isn't Moose cheese; it's goat cheese." Emma's expression turned cold after hearing this. Finally, the moment had arrived! Everyone listened attentively, displaying expressions of fear. Luna Sandra was the first to retort, "What goat cheese? This is the Moose cheese that Madam usually eats! Felicia, you're just a little child. Don't speak nonsense!"

"Cooking shows. At least we can judge their technique." "Perfect." He pulled out his phone, queuing something up. "And food? Pizza? Chinese? Whatever sounds good?" "Pizza. Extra cheese. The kind Mama says is 'nutritionally questionable.'" "The best kind." He ordered while I settled against him, letting his solid presence ground me. The guilt was still there. The fear about the Preservation Front. The anger at Courtney. All of it still existed. But for tonight—for these few hours—I was going to let it exist without carrying it. Was going to let Connor hold me and watch stupid cooking shows and eat pizza that was probably terrible for us.