Chicken Hero Novels & Stories

, he pointed at the triangle sign with something in the middle, which I couldn't quite make out what it was. " Is that supposed to be a chicken head?" I asked, already getting an idea of what the sign might be. " Yes, it's a chicken head". " Then it's Chicken Republic". " And what's Chicken Republic?" " Dude, seriously? You mean you've never taken your girlfriend to Chicken Republic? Where the hell do you guys go then?" he twitched his lips in something that seemed like shame, " it's a restaurant located at the outskirts of New Jersey, they sell like, the best chicken wings in the whole country, but still, how can knowing that lead us to her?" I asked.

That earned a round of laughter from everyone except him. "No, seriously. I'm not joking," he muttered, heading to the sink to wash his hands. After drying his hands, Damien opened the fridge and dragged out the massive chicken—a behemoth of a bird that barely fit on the counter. It hit the surface with a solid THUD. "Is that thing a fucking Godzilla chicken? Where did Erwin even buy this?" I muttered under my breath. Damien frowned. "What?" I waved it off. "Never mind. Now, you have to remove the neck and giblets."

he announced, and the whole screen jolted. When it steadied again, my heart legitimately missed a beat. A chicken. A live chicken. In my child’s arms. Ash lifted it like he’d just won an Oscar. “Mami! Look! I’m holding a chicken!” he screamed with the pride of someone showing off a new car. I swallowed. My mouth dried out. My brain played every possible disaster: claws, bacteria, feathers on the Romano family sofa, me dying in Italy not because of the mafia but because of poultry-related tetanus.

Iris slowly looked up. "…What?" Panther's grin stiffened. Lucien paused mid-bite. Seraphina blinked once. Iris frowned. "Did you just say… chicken?" Lucien coughed, almost choking on his noodles. Panther's face darkened. "It's Black Thunder Chicken Riders!" he repeated, voice rising. Iris tilted her head. "…That sounds like a fried chicken brand." Lucien turned away, shoulders shaking slightly. Seraphina lowered her head, quietly continuing to eat.

Next to him were Jack and Razor. “Yeah. For a second there I thought she would chicken out. I love chicken, but I definitely don’t want anyone I know to act like one.” Razor nodded his head while reaching for a bucket of chicken wings. How he had been able to get that in here, nobody knew. As for his words that had nothing to do with what was happening, Davies and Jack ignored it as naturally as snow fell in winter.

Through the fogged glass—the silhouette of the chicken had evolved into something that far exceeded any definition of done. She opened the oven door. Stared. The expression on her face was identical to the day she’d discovered her most trusted informant was a double agent: disbelief, self-directed rage, and very deep resignation. The chicken had chosen an archaeological evolutionary path. Its skin was no longer brown. No longer dark. It had arrived at pure carbon. The smell was no longer food. It was a warning. She had just committed a crime against poultry. Dante’s footsteps sounded from the sitting room.

Lily said while coming out of the kitchen, holding a plate with a few chapatis and cooked vegetables in one of her hands and a glass of water in her other hand. She put the plate on the table in front of him. He was about to take his first morsel but suddenly his phone beeped. He looked at his phone, it was a message from Kevin. He opened it. " Parth, are you free today evening? If yes, can we go out together for the movie? "

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

And honestly, I'm not so sure I'm ready for that. I opened the door and entered quietly, not facing or looking at anyone. We were late and of course, we were mortified. Well, I was mortified, I wasn't sure about Calvin. I looked back for a second only to find him looking at me strangely. I turned my entire self around just to look at him. Unfortunately, my old friend, the floor, who had missed me called out to me. I tripped over something and fell flat on my butt. Well, I would have fallen down if it weren't for Calvin. Okay, fuck all my old thoughts about him changing. He's still the same hero, my hero and he'll always be here to save my shitty little clumsy ass. He pulled me up by my hands

Eniola said,settling on her desk. I ignored her statement and went inside my office not forgetting to lock it.I really didn't want these two women to ruin my silent mode of happiness. I settled in my chair and threw a chicken wing into my mouth. I rolled the fleshy mound into my mouth, enjoying the feel and taste. I noticed Eniola, nodding her head disapprovingly at me through the glass windows and I deliberately tore the flesh of the chicken to piss her off and I was sure it did.