Woman In The Refrigerator Novels & Stories

The island table demarcated the kitchen section from the living room, and kitchen appliances were lined against the wall on the other side of it. She went to pull open the refrigerator and saw it was fully stocked and cold. She wondered how he managed that. Shortly after, the refrigerator was powered and its humming sound filled the room. A light fixture came on just above the workable illuminating the dark interior, causing her to shut the fridge and look at the small glass prism chandelier. “Hey,” Cole called coming back inside. “How come the fridge is stock and cold?” “I have this lovely woman come in to clean, buy groceries, and cook thrice a week whenever I’m around. When I’m not, she

But remembering that the woman clearly does not look like someone who has a high and important position at the company. He watched her as she set up a timer and sat on the couch proudly, and the confident look on her face was the one that made everything even more nerve wracking. 5 seconds left and Ryan can already hear the ruckus outside his office. The timer sounded and there was silence inside the now cold room, it was as if the temperature dropped down and became gloomy at Ryan’s side while Yana’s was bright and warm. Slightly making an annoyed sound, Yana tapped her fingers at the mini table in front of her and stayed still when the door was flung open.

I had spent six months drifting across the ocean on a cargo ship, but I would send 20,000 dollars back home every month. So, I really only had one thing on my mind the day I finally set foot on solid ground again—my wife's pork rib soup. When I pushed open the front door, I found my seven-month-pregnant wife, Sophia Merkin, sitting on our worn-out sofa. At that moment, my six months' worth of exhaustion, frustration, and pent-up anger from the roiling life at sea surged to the surface. "I've been busting my ass out there and working more than 10 hours a day. Yet, I don't even get a hot meal at home when I'm finally home?" Sophia said nothing. Instead, she walked over to the refrigerator

In front of him is a case full of ammo. She went directly to the refrigerator and opened it quietly. When she saw that the refrigerator was full, she delighted. She assumed the fridge was full of water and... Wait, she abruptly stopped just as she was about to pick up the pitcher. Whose house is this? "This is my rest stop."

Usually, he was calm and easy-going. She entered the large kitchen and made her way around the wall of dark cabinetry to the refrigerator. The steel of the door felt cool on her hands as she pulled on the handle. The light from the refrigerator cut through the dim lighting of the kitchen, causing a sharp stabbing in the middle of her eyes. She reached in and grabbed the bottle of apple juice and sat it on the granite countertop and made her way to the cabinet, shutting the door to the fridge with her foot as she turned. Her hands were shaky from the excitement to get back to her room.

With the wall as support, I manage to get to his living room. Every part of his house screams wealth, for some reason, I prefer the dark, oppressive interior of his house to the bright suffocating one back at my house. That house is the ideal existence of loneliness. Just me, my paintings, my maids, and Briana who only visits when needed. I open the refrigerator, ready to take some water to drink when footsteps rushes towards my direction. I turn back in time to be face to face with a woman, a frying pan clutched in her hand. “Who are you?” She demands.

“Don't think that I doubt your undoubtedly amazing culinary skills, but you all understand who I am and my food preferences. The woman turned lightly to look at the vampire, brushing her hair back a little. - Well, Brook-ta-man, I'm not offering you my cooking. A clean, slightly childish smile appeared on her face. - Look in the fridge, there is something you can eat a little. With interest, looking at the woman, the vampire moved to the refrigerator with smooth movements. When he opened it, he saw items found in most refrigerators, but there were also unusual items, such as a clear plastic bag with red liquid inside. A wiry, pale-skinned hand took the package. - Oh Eliza . You provide for e

Even if Ares had forgotten the date amidst his corporate stress, I still wanted to have something ready for dinner. The aisles quickly began to swell with early-evening shoppers. I steered toward the back wall, scanning the meat and seafood coolers for a good cut of beef to cook tonight. As I rounded the corner into the frozen food section, my cart slowed. A small, elderly woman was blocking the narrow lane. Her silver hair was cropped close, her frame swallowed by an oversized red knit sweater and dark trousers. She moved with agonizing slowness, her thick, stiff fingers trembling as she tried to hold a wrinkled piece of paper up to her eyes.

I really don't want to, but she's been so helpful and the promise of food is enticing. "Positive! Now come with me, let's get you to the house and cleaned up for dinner." We walk from the shop, down the street and around a corner to a 'parking lot'. She leads us to a sleek black machine and with a press of a button the back opens and she sits the bags in. She motions me inside the front and I have no idea how to open the door, but after a few hilarious fails I figure it out. Once inside, I immediately freak out when it begins to move. It's a strange feeling, and the objects out the window move so fast. I clutch the door handle and she laughs as she saws the 'wheel' as she calls it, around.

She was focused on her work, and I wondered if she knew of my presence. When she didn't regard me after a long time, I thought to myself that she didn't know I was here. Walking over to the refrigerator, I pulled it open and took out a can of coke, but a wrinkled pair of hands suddenly snatched it away from me. "Food is almost ready, you should eat something instead of drinking unhealthy drinks,madam," her voice was stern, and it reminded me so much of a strict teacher from school. I couldn't help but freeze in place as I stared at the face of the middle aged woman.