Novel & Cerita Who Moved My Cheese

A young woman who looked like a college student timidly raised her hand and pointed at me. "I made the call. She said she was the Knight family's heiress!" All eyes turned to me. My mother started walking toward me, but Lily quickly rushed over and tried to tug at her sleeve ingratiatingly. "Mrs. Knight, this crazy woman is a liar! She's not Sherry! She's just some homewrecker who came crawling to Rob!" Rob let out a relieved breath and moved to support my mother. "Mom, you've got it wrong. Sherry is perfectly fine abroad. How could she be here?

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.”

“Or you'll get hangry.” Her reference to this morning made me smile and I took the cheese. Despite knowing that it was probably the best, most expensive cheese on the whole island, it was tasteless to me. I chewed automatically, more to make Charlotte happy than because I was hungry. The door at the end of the hallway swung open and I jumped to my feet, nearly spilling my cup of tea. I set it on the tray, spilling most of it, before hurrying to talk with Dr. Verner.

He hasn't had the time to go shopping and fill his kitchen. Nathan's mouth watered when Coal placed a plate in front of him with a large juicy cheeseburger, twice-baked potatoes topped with melted cheese and green onions. “I don't know if you like sour cream, but here's some if you do,” Coal said as he slid the tub of sour cream toward Nathan before walking around the counter and sitting beside him. When Coal's large form sat in the chair next to him it made Nathan feel so tiny. He thought he looked like a child sitting next to an adult when sitting next to the large bear shifter.

We stood like that for a while, wrapped in quiet, holding onto something neither of us wanted to lose again. About an hour later in the kitchen, we were barefoot, side by side, making grilled cheese like two awkward teenagers after a first kiss. Grace had raided my fridge, laughed at my pretentious selection of cheeses, and insisted that if we were doing this, it had to be real. “None of this imported truffle nonsense,” she said, wiggling a slice of cheddar. “You want to win a woman’s heart? You do it with basic, reliable, artery clogging American cheese.”

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.

call it a "poor person's meal" "Today's meal is a six-dollar cheese sandwich and a one-dollar hard-boiled egg from the snack shop down the road. Super cost-saving today!" "Excuse me, but I'm better than you. I spent only four bucks on cheese croissants today!" "That's enough, you both! I feel like I'm hallucinating the five-cheese lasagna we used to get from the hotel lunches back then…" Right under the last comment was a sticker emoji of a crying face.

I scooped a small portion of the mac and cheese. The cheese stretched slightly as I lifted it. I brought the fork closer to my mouth. Paused. Breathe in slowly. Then I placed it inside my mouth. The sweet, creamy taste spread across my tongue. Normally I would have loved it. But now— My stomach tightened. The urge to gag rose quickly in my throat. I forced myself to chew. Slowly. Carefully. “Slow down,” Uncle J said calmly. “You’re doing great.” His voice was steady. Encouraging. I kept chewing. Each movement of my jaw felt heavier than the last. Finally, I swallowed.

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.