Who Ate My Cheese Novels & Stories

“Cheating is cheating. That fact doesn’t disappear. A ring or an apology won’t erase it. “Even if you broke every bone in your body, I wouldn’t forgive you. Stop convincing yourself otherwise.” I ignored his ashen face, turned, and walked away. After that day, I never saw Dylan again. I had no idea what became of him. Life settled into something quiet. Years later, after finally climbing out of the shadow of heartbreak, I met a werewolf. Before long, we were preparing for our bonding ceremony. One day, while shopping, I spotted a familiar rogue wolf digging through a trash bin.

I didn't want them to feel as though I liked one than the other. "Alexia, you love bread than cheese don't you? So open your mouth." Mills ordered, I slightly opened my mouth to receive the bread looking at Michael with an apologetic gaze, but before Mills could put the piece in my mouth, Michael outsmarted him and stuffed the cheese in my mouth. He jumped out of bed and shouted. "I won! I won! I won! I knew it! I knew she was going to take mine first... You see that Mills?"

"Remember what happened last week with the cheese?" I blushed as I remembered what Adam was referring to. We planned on having tostadas for dinner. The meat and beans were already done, so Adam and I prepared the toppings. While Adam cut vegetables, I grated the Queso Fresco. Halfway through, the cheese smelled terrific, and I drooled. Without thinking, I took a bite out of the chunk of cheese. I was in my little world until I heard Adam say, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" I snapped.

The maid turned. "Prepare macaroni and cheese." I nearly choked on air. The maid nodded. "Yes, sir." "She needs to eat before taking her medication." My jaw literally dropped. Mac and cheese. My favorite food. My absolute favorite. I had been obsessed with it since childhood. Nobody knew that except my family and close friends. I stared at Damien. Very hard. The man calmly loosened his tie. Apparently oblivious to the crisis happening inside my head. I narrowed my eyes. No.

The boys stood on step stools beside him, carefully grating cheese while Thomas narrated each step like he was hosting a cooking show. "Now, the secret to perfect mac and cheese," he said solemnly, "is the cheese blend. We're using sharp cheddar for flavor, gruyere for creaminess, and just a touch of parmesan for that extra something special." "What's gruyere?" Ethan asked, pronouncing it "groo-year." "It's a fancy cheese from Switzerland," Thomas explained. "Swiss people know a lot about cheese." "Are there cheese experts?" Alexander wanted to know.

No way was this mac and cheese “Dig in.” He said. I picked up my fork and took a bite. I winced as my taste buds protested the atrocity I had just eaten. Aside being salty, he had managed to burn the macaroni without it being properly cooked, and the cheese? A disaster! I saw him taste his food and winced too. We stared at each other for awhile. “It is bad right?” He asked. “Very bad.” I nodded. We both burst out laughing. For a minute I forget all about Tony and his threats.

“My fault. Can you please get me the Swiss cheese? The queen likes it mixed in with her eggs.” “Isn’t it all the same? Cheese is cheese, right? She laughs at me again. “No, Swiss cheese is the one that is full of holes. It adds a nutty flavor to her eggs. Not my thing personally, but if the Queen wants, who are we to question it?” It never occurred to me how much thought is put into the food we eat. I guess I just take things for granted. I get the Swiss cheese. And she finishes my mom’s eggs. “I got to go, chef.” Ara shouts.

But my nostrils reminded me a second later, as I caught a whiff of burning food, and I jerked off his body. “Fuck’s sake, Edward!” I cried, stepping away from him. “The food’s burning! Cheese, please.” Reaching up, he brought out the cheese, pouting. “It’s not like you told me what you were trying to get in the first place.” “Ugh!” I groaned, storming forward and snatching the cheese box from his fingers. “Give me that. Thank you.” Ten minutes later, a tray of cheese egg muffin was steaming hot in front of Edward, and I sat opposite him with a glass of pomegranate juice, watching him eat.

— Excuse me, Miss Wilhelm. This is the chef's specialty of the day. Roast duck with potatoes au gratin — Chloe replied. - You are crazy? I'm lactose intolerant. I can't eat cheese. Get this out of here immediately. Chloe ran to her side of the table and took the plate back. I scowled at Delancy. - What it was? I can't eat that, love. Cheese makes me bloated. — She pouted.

, the lactose intolerant boy, Zhackary said. “I’m in a mutual relationship with cheese, okay? You can never have too much cheese”, Keisha replied and hovered across the table with thick corndogs and cheese fountain with him. She began stuffing the food in her mouth like a squirrel and getting messy all over because of the cheese dip she’s having. The sight became a bit of delight to the lad, that her character changes once the things that comfort her were given. Zhackary rolled his eyes and said, “You seriously look like a child with bad eating habits.”