Who Ate My Cheese Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes, too bone-tired to muster proper anger. Besides, my stomach chose that moment to let out a loud, undignified growl. The smell of food was undeniable. I walked over, sat down, and lifted the dome. A perfectly cooked cheeseburger and a mountain of skinny fries. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I demolished it without another word. Lochlan watched me eat. ‘Aren’t you having any?’ I asked around a mouthful, then answered my own question. ‘Oh, right. You probably consider this a heart attack on a plate.’

Today was a bit different because by the time I was done ringing up his stuff I realized that he didn’t take his usual pack of mozzarella cheese. “You forgot to get cheese,” I couldn’t help but blurt out and I saw him raise a brow in surprise and I mentally face palmed myself for slipping up that I know his order. “It’s flattering that you already know what I pick up every day,” he said as he put a pack of cheese down on the counter, “I wanted to see if you looked at me as much as I looked at you. It’s good to know I’m not the only one who’s interested. My only question now is why you’re leaving me hanging.”

“Eat it.” I shook my head. “Make m-” He shoved the berry in my mouth as he ate a piece of the cheese. I leaned over and bit a piece of cheese and then picked up the ham and bit off a piece of it too. “What should we do for our last night?” He asked eating a roll with ham and cheese.

The first Aeternum Cheese Festival was held, where people experienced the joy of a cheese pull for the first time. Some even cried tears of happiness. Restaurants rebranded their entire menus, highlighting dishes like garlic butter steak, blue cheese salad, and honey butter toast. Bakeries began producing butter croissants so soft and fluffy that customers claimed eating them felt like being “hugged by the gods.” A high-ranking noble in an allied nation, upon tasting truffle butter for the first time, immediately declared a national holiday.

Especially when he was smacking his lips like that and licking his fingers. Shaking my head slightly and muttering a small "don't kill him" to myself, I took a tiny cheese curl and popped it into my mouth. My taste bands exploded under salt and fermented milk as the curl dissolved and melted. Right on the ace, the news archers shifted to the topic I have been dying to hear.

The devil gave me an evil smile and popped it in his own mouth! "You did not!" I say shocked. "Oh Yeah, did it too!" Leonardo Norcross, exhibiting a total lack of good sense smirked at me! "You are doomed." I say as I get up slowly. "No one, No one eats my cheese and lives to smile." I said my tone dead serious. "Haha. I ate it from right under your nose. You were too slow!" That does it. The over confidence will be the cause of his doom. Without one moment's thought I launched myself on him my palms fisting with his. He teased me and then ate the last piece of cheese. An Unforgivable crime.

I was giggling like a loon. “A corpse went to a rheumatologist, and said he was feeling rather stiff-” “That's hilarious!” I laughed. “That's not the joke-” “I love this cheese. Mmm. Cheese and crackers,” I sang, munching on the hors d'oeuvres. “Ooo! And there's brie! And crab dip-” “Do you want to hear the joke or not!” he boomed. “Eh, not really. No.”

I always wondered how people managed to fit something so overloaded between their teeth. “Want me to get you something else?” “No, it’s fine.” I picked it up cautiously and glanced at Eva, who had already taken a bite. Watching her eat like that sort of shattered the image of elegance, and I had to swallow a laugh. I tried to take a bite myself—cheese oozed out onto my hand, and the flavor exploded in my mouth. “Oh God,” I moaned. “Why is this so good?” “Right?” she grinned. “I had them put extra cheese on yours. Everything’s better with cheese.”

I pushed off the blanket and wore my usual jean trouser and top then sat back down close to the fire. A few minutes later he stepped back in. “Are you hungry?" I took a quick glance at him then looked away. He walked towards the box and grabbed something from it then threw it at me. I picked it up to see that it was a sachet of cheese balls. “I'm not hungry, thank you," I politely refused and pushed it back to him. “You should eat, after all you almost just drowned," he said, pushing it back to me. I kept my gaze at him for a while and he turned to the fire, pretending not to notice me staring at him. I picked up the sachet, tore it open and began to eat. I chewed it in silence, just enjoyin

It was frustrating to see food go to waste, especially when I knew how much effort went into preparing it. I relayed Athena’s complaint to Melinda, who took over from there. Meanwhile, I did what any sensible person would do—I ate the so-called “unsatisfactory” cheese bread. It was perfectly fine. Soft, warm, and honestly, better than most things I’d had recently. When I returned with another plate, this time with the cheese exactly how she wanted it, Athena barely spared me a glance before accepting it and eating it without further complaint. I sighed in relief. Finally.