Who Ate My Cheese Novels & Stories

S: "Oh, cheese pasta? You know, whenever I eat cheese pasta, it reminds me of you... and that dinner at your place. And the cheese I tasted from your lips... I can’t even express how unforgettable that was." Just the memory of that evening made my heart race. I remembered how she’d clumsily made dinner, thinking it wouldn’t turn out great. But it had. Her cheese pasta was one of the best things I’d ever eaten—not because of its taste, but because she had made it with so much care. That night, she’d gotten some cheese on her lips while eating, and without thinking, I’d reached out, wiped it with my thumb, and licked it off. She’d frozen in place, her cheeks flaming red. And I’d memorized that

After the main course, the maids cleared the plates and brought out fruits, small appetizers, and a gleaming tray of cheesecakes. A dark thought settled into my mind as I stared at them. I’m allergic to cheese. Violently allergic. Will she look at me if I take a bite? Will she finally see me and get away from that brat long enough to care that I'm in the same room?

I needed another kiss. But only after I got a little bit of food in me. I let out a happy little moan as I bit down on the cheese. It was good cheese, some sort of cheddar with a delicious saltiness, but hunger really was the best spice. It took all my willpower not to stuff the entire plate into my mouth. “There you are,” Bastian said, entering the kitchen. He watched as I stuffed another slice of cheese and cracker into my mouth and barely chewed it before swallowing. “We're done!”

"No worries, lass, I bite back. You'd probably like that though, wouldn't you?" I sneer at him and snatch the cheese from his hand, popping it in my mouth before he can say or do anything to stop me. As the flavors erupt on my tongue, my eyes close and I groan in delight because that cheese was amazing. When I open them, the flash of emotions on Walker's face before he slides on his usual serious, stone-faced mask is unexpected. He was looking at me with astonishment, lust, and ending with a brief flicker of sorrow.

She felt awkward to see the hooping size. “Like this!” He opened his mouth and took a big bite letting the cheese drip down. It was not easy to shift her concentration from his cheesy lips. Laughing at him she mustered the courage and picked it up from her plate taking a big bite just like he did. Not only cheese started dripping but the beef patty also started slipping from the buns. With her full mouth, her eyes went wide making Hunter laugh. He stood up and brought a coke can to her. Gulping it down with it seemed easier. When he invited her to eat the second serving she was horrified.

"She found out I was the one who ate her last slice of cheesecake. Now Drive!" Shaking my head at my dumb best friend I sped down the road, not before waving at an angered Miss San. "You got to stop eating her cheesecake Colb. I fear I'll hear the news of you being murdered by your own mother," Colby scoffed, securing the seat belt around him. "Then I'll die a happy man with cheesecake in my belly,"

Surely, he can’t move that fast? *** I sighed as I wedged the cheese into my overstocked fridge. Did I need more cheese? No. Was I going to eat it anyway? Hell yes. Cheese is protein and that means it’s healthier than pie. Plus, it pairs well with my fermented grape juice. I snorted, then sighed. I’d always thought I was funny but maybe not? Not that it matters now; He’s off fucking models in Monaco. I shook my head to dispel any thoughts of Him, glancing at the pale band on my bare finger; I still felt naked without it.

Me: It’s okay. I’ll laugh for the both of us. Dane: Did you have a good time? Me: Mm… I tried cheese curds for the first time. Dane: Those aren’t very good for you. Me: True, but they were delicious. Dane: What did you eat? Me: Eat? Dane: Yes, baby girl. What did you eat? Me: I just told you. Dane: … Me: :) Dane: Are you telling me you only ate cheese curds?

I ask, leaning against the entrance to the kitchen. "Yes, want some?" I smile and make my way towards my friend, hopping up on the counter in front of him and taking his fork from his hand. I start digging into the cheesecake and taking a bite of the gooey goodness.. "Hey, save some for me." He chuckles, grabbing a new fork as he takes a large fork full of the cheesecake and shoving it into his mouth. His cheeks resemble that of a chipmunk with how stuffed they are. A large chunk now missing from the cheesecake causes me to glare at my friend. I regret getting him addicted to the treat.

He'd roll his eyes, but the corners of his mouth always twitched up. The second the smell of blue cheese filled the room, his eyes lit up. His will to live seemed stronger than ever. "I've missed that smell so much... I need to wake up already so I can eat it with Ruth." The moment he said that, the lines on the heart monitor flickered. I picked up a small piece of cheese and carefully took my first bite. "Felix, you know something? Thanks to you, this is the first time I've ever eaten something this fancy. Back home, I barely ever got good snacks. So yeah, this is my first time trying something this expensive."