Who Moved My Cheese Novels & Stories

The storage room door was kicked open from the outside. Amid the flying wood chips, a figure that was taller and more imposing than Melvin appeared at the doorway, exuding overwhelming energy. The moment Melvin saw the newcomer, it was as if his skeleton had been yanked out of his body. He instantly collapsed to the ground, trembling intensely. "Mr… Mr. Lambert…" He couldn't even utter a complete sentence. I looked at the familiar figure at the door, and my stretched-out nerves finally snapped at that moment. Tears welled up in my eyes without warning.

Damanico and I have been dating for a month now and it's been three months since I've moved in the mansion. "I like pizza more than burgers." I said as we sat on his bed one Saturday night "Really?" he asked me taking a pretzel out the bag in my hand "Yeah." I answered "You? Between cheese sandwiches and BTLs?" "BTL." he answered "I hate cheese." "We're going to disagree there." I warned "I'm in love with cheese. I got married to him since the first day I tasted him."

He said, watching the movie. I went to the Kitchen and cooked quick mac n cheese. I took out two cans of soft drinks and when the cheese melted I went back to the lounge. “What?” “I put the plate of mac n cheese on the table, he was taken aback but I just simply sat back and put my box of pizza on my lap and began to watch the movie again. "I told you-" "I made this for myself but I lost my appetite. You can eat it." I said nonchalantly.

He tossed it to Rich, who nearly howled in delight. “Vern’s String Cheese Whips . . . no frickin’ way! Are you kidding me?” “Dig in, man.” Richard tucked his beer between his legs, pulling out his keys and using the big Chevrolet key to puncture the plastic wrap. He tore into it, grinning, at last pulling a single pencil-thin length of mozzarella cheese from the package. He held it up like a twisted rope of spaghetti, marveling and still murmuring, “No frickin’ way,” under his breath. “I haven’t tasted these in ten years or more.” He put his head back and dangled it loop by loop into his open mouth, and began to chew.

It was as if we had developed an unspoken rhythm, a sense of camaraderie in this culinary endeavor. Next came the cheese. We surveyed the selection before settling on a combination of sharp cheddar and creamy mozzarella. Daniel deftly sliced thin, even layers of cheese, skillfully arranging them on one slice of bread. The cheese seemed to melt at his touch, ready to embrace the warmth of the pan.

“Say... it… already. I am not an idiot to not understand your words even if it is gibberish, I will try to understand it. Just do make sure it makes sense even a bit” There is nothing left for me to be worried about. I will just hope that my memories serve me right… because in my grandfather’s journal… something like this really did happen. “To catch a mouse out, we need to prepare cheese. But if it isn’t cheese that they are liking, peanut butter and chocolate can turn the tables upside down”

“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.

“She’ll love you. You’re smart, beautiful, funny—everything.” She sighed. “I’m sorry for covering earlier. But that girl is… something else. I’ve only seen that kind of move in movies.” He smirked. “Clearly she wanted a piece of me.” Chelle raised a brow. “Too late. I already got you.” They both laughed. Suddenly, a sharp smell hit the air. Chelle’s eyes widened. “Oh my God. My mac and cheese!” She sprinted to the kitchen. Simon followed, peering into the pot. “Well,” he said carefully, “I think it’s… very cooked.”

My eyes widen when I see all those beautiful breads and cookies. "Cream cheese is the newest menu here." I turned to see a good looking man around my brother's age pointing at the bread in front of me. "Really?" I asked and he nodded. I took the cream cheese and then looked for my favorite which is the dark chocolate croissant. I found it and when I was going to take it.. the man reached it too. I looked at the last dark chocolate croissant with a sad face. "You can have it." I said to him and walked over to the cashier.

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.