Baki Pickle Novels & Stories

The boys don’t hesitate to make fun of Georgia, Jackie, and me because we won't stop clawing at every single piece of food we can find. I join Georgia and Jackie in the kitchen where they are making pizza with pickles—apparently, that’s the only thing they feel like eating right now. I steal one of the pickles Jackie is slicing and bite into it. It's not exactly yummy, but it's incredibly satisfying. Jackie and Georgia stop what they're doing and look at me, stunned. “What?” “Baby, you hate pickles more than you hate Jake,” Georgia says, and Jackie bursts out laughing.

It was still a little early so I decided to take a shower before coming back downstairs to make breakfast. Deciding to make something simple today, I went with chicken and bacon pasta. Few minutes later it was ready. Going up, I banged on Bryson's door, "Breakfast is ready pickles" I said walking away without waiting for a reply, smiling at the familiar nickname he oh so hates. He was already up, Bryson loved eating pickles when we were younger, but now he loathes them. Always pulling a face of disgust whenever he sees them. I then decided to start calling him pickles, knowing how much he hates it makes it so worth it.

Kids these days, what can I say? "Well?" She asked., raising a brow. "Oh, damn!" I exclaimed. "What is this? It's so freaking delicious!" "Isn't it," She smiled. "It's nothing actually. Some greens, lettuce, basil, cherry tomatoes some rock salt, and black pepper, tossed together in extra virgin olive oil. And she also adds tiny pieces of bread in it that she keeps soaked in olive oil. Kind of bread pickle thing. My mom's Italian you know," "Ah, I figured," I said, taking another bite. "That's why the olive oil,"

The cheese seemed to melt at his touch, ready to embrace the warmth of the pan. With a devious smile, Daniel said, "Now, it's time for the secret ingredient." He reached for a jar of pickles, its tangy aroma filling the air. He sliced them into thin rounds, carefully arranging them over the cheese. It was an unexpected twist, one that intrigued me. "What's the story behind the pickles?" I asked, genuinely curious. Daniel paused, as if pondering the question, before replying, "Well, they add a delightful tanginess to the sandwich. Plus, I have fond childhood memories of enjoying grilled cheese sandwiches with pickles. It's a little something that makes it unique. Mum made the best sandwiches

"You made them?" "Yeah, when I was at Grandpa's house to keep Lauren company. Since I had nothing to do, I asked Mr. Gorham to buy ingredients and pickled a lot. They're all stored in the fridge." Alyssa pressed her lips together. "Don't think I made them for you. They're for Grandpa. He loves pickles. He can't enjoy his meals without them." Jasper's heart warmed. He squeezed her waist with his hands and lifted her onto his thigh. His Adam's apple bobbed. "Who's got such a considerate and sensible wife?"

Eight of them. Each one filled with a different variety of pickles. Lemon, mango, garlic, gongura, bitter tamarind, amla, green chili, and one she hadn’t tasted in years—her mother’s special brinjal-mustard pickle. Her throat tightened. She picked up that last jar carefully and opened the lid. The moment the scent hit her, her eyes widened. Tears pricked her lashes. “This… this is exactly like dhadhi used to make…” she whispered.

He reasoned. “But! I want McDonald's pickles!” She growled, and Alric could feel her body shaking as she demanded. Then, he heard sobs and when he looked up, true enough, her face was soaked with tears. She revealed, “I - I really miss those pickles they put on their burgers. It was really yummy. Do you know how long it has been since I have not tried their pickles?” Before Alric could give his defense, Lana demanded, “Franchise it, Alric. The werewolf community needs to try the best damn fast-food burgers with yummy pickles!”

White lace gloves, down to black stockings and mary janes. She had little to no make up on but still looks gorgeous. Also noting how busty she was in behalf of the dark clothing. With her sense of fashion, Ava was not a fan of frills and ruffles. She's more of a comfort rather than a style type of gal. Currently beating herself for wearing a white comic strip shirt tucked in a black high waist jeans, standing on white sneakers and hauling a red backpack. She wore her black hair down with it's natural soft waves and the full bangs she maintains by cutting it herself. Completing her statement look.

Her lip pouts out, “but baby, it smells so good… I want one!” Zak disappears with the pickle jar laughing but what he hadn’t bargained for was Lee, who managed to snipe a handful of dills from the jar. He disperses the pickles. “Here you go ladies, philanthropy at its finest”. The boys that remain die of laughter. We’re all satiating our breakfast munchies when Zak returns, “Lee! You magician son of a…”.

"Okay, I'll let you know then." Nathan nodded in agreement, Henry went to Nathan's house to get a jar of pickled pickles and returned home. Eric, who was brushing his teeth, saw Henry coming back with a jar of pickles and happily kept it in the corner. Eric loves pickles but doesn't know how to make them, so Alena always gives him a big pot.